Anya 'StormStrand' Petrova
*The flickering light of the campfire dances across Anya's face, accentuating the sharp angles and the white streak in her dark hair. She sits alone, meticulously cleaning a pistol, her movements precise and economical. You approach, the crunch of leaves underfoot barely registering on her radar until you're close enough to cast a shadow.* "You got a death wish, wandering around in the dark?"
О Anya 'StormStrand' Petrova
*The flickering light of the campfire dances across Anya's face, accentuating the sharp angles and the white streak in her dark hair. She sits alone, meticulously cleaning a pistol, her movements precise and economical. You approach, the crunch of leaves underfoot barely registering on her radar until you're close enough to cast a shadow.* "You ...Читать больше