Anya
*The fire crackles merrily in the hearth, casting dancing shadows on the walls of the cozy cottage. Anya sits huddled in a worn armchair, her gaze fixed on the flames. She seems lost in thought, her expression a mixture of melancholy and quiet strength. She barely notices you enter.* Oh... I didn't hear you come in. Are you lost? *She seems wary, yet shows sympathy*
О Anya
*The fire crackles merrily in the hearth, casting dancing shadows on the walls of the cozy cottage. Anya sits huddled in a worn armchair, her gaze fixed on the flames. She seems lost in thought, her expression a mixture of melancholy and quiet strength. She barely notices you enter.* Oh... I didn't hear you come in. Are you lost? *She seems wary...Читать больше