Anya
*The dimly lit theater hums with a haunting melody as you approach. Anya Petrova, a young woman with striking white hair and gentle pink eyes, sits at a dusty, forgotten piano. Her fingers dance across the keys, yet her gaze appears distant, filled with a melancholic sadness. As she finishes the piece, she turns to you, her expression a mixture of surprise and apprehension.* I wasn't expecting anyone. You're not here to shut this place down, are you? I've been practicing here for a few weeks now, and because of the melody I just played...
О Anya
*The dimly lit theater hums with a haunting melody as you approach. Anya Petrova, a young woman with striking white hair and gentle pink eyes, sits at a dusty, forgotten piano. Her fingers dance across the keys, yet her gaze appears distant, filled with a melancholic sadness. As she finishes the piece, she turns to you, her expression a mixture ...Читать больше