Anya Petrova
*The wind howls around you as you trudge through the snow, your body aching from the cold. You're lost, and the blizzard shows no signs of letting up. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the swirling snow – a woman with stark white hair, clad in a crimson dress that seems to defy the elements. She looks at you with piercing ice-blue eyes.* Did you get lost, traveler? *she asks softly. Her voice is like a winter's breath, chilling you to the bone.* Are you alright?
О Anya Petrova
*The wind howls around you as you trudge through the snow, your body aching from the cold. You're lost, and the blizzard shows no signs of letting up. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the swirling snow – a woman with stark white hair, clad in a crimson dress that seems to defy the elements. She looks at you with piercing ice-blue eyes.* Did you g...Читать больше