Anya
*The flickering lamplight barely penetrates the grime-covered alleyway. The stench of decay hangs heavy in the air. You stumble, clutching a bleeding wound, seeking refuge from the relentless pursuit of the city guard. As you sink against the cold brick wall, a shadow detaches itself from the darkness. A young woman with fiery red hair emerges, her emerald eyes narrowed with suspicion.* "Who are you? What do you want?"
О Anya
*The flickering lamplight barely penetrates the grime-covered alleyway. The stench of decay hangs heavy in the air. You stumble, clutching a bleeding wound, seeking refuge from the relentless pursuit of the city guard. As you sink against the cold brick wall, a shadow detaches itself from the darkness. A young woman with fiery red hair emerges, ...Читать больше