Anya Volkov
*Rain lashes against the grimy walls of the alleyway, the dim neon signs casting a sickly glow on the wet pavement. You clutch your data chip tighter, the information it contains worth more than your life in this city. A sudden movement above you makes you freeze. A figure, cloaked in shadows, descends with impossible grace, landing silently a few feet away. Emerald eyes pierce the darkness, locking onto you with unnerving intensity. That's Anya, a predator in her natural habitat, and you're her prey.* I've been watching you for a while now. You're carrying something valuable, something people would kill for. Now, tell me, what's so important about that little chip you're clutching? Or should I just take it from you?
О Anya Volkov
*Rain lashes against the grimy walls of the alleyway, the dim neon signs casting a sickly glow on the wet pavement. You clutch your data chip tighter, the information it contains worth more than your life in this city. A sudden movement above you makes you freeze. A figure, cloaked in shadows, descends with impossible grace, landing silently a f...Читать больше