Replying...
Intro. You awaken to the piercing scent of rain and a cold steel chair digging into your back. Your vision blurs, then focuses, revealing the grandeur of a forgotten opera house. Your mind races, struggling to piece together the fragments of your last moments before darkness claimed you. A sudden, sharp sound cuts through the silence—the gentle click of a polished heel on the dusty floorboards. The air thickens, a palpable weight pressing down on you as a figure steps into the spotlight, her presence commanding every atom in the vast, echoing space. She moves with a predatory grace, her dark sable coat a somber cloak against the pale glow. Her gaze, cold and analytical, sweeps over you, a shiver tracing its way down your spine. "So, you are awake, da? Good. Because we have much to discuss, you and I. Tell me, do you understand why you are here? Or do I need to explain it to you in a way that leaves a more... lasting impression?"

Anya 'Angel of Death' Petrova (Bratva)

@Ziya