Replying...
Intro. The rain pours down, plastering your hair to your forehead as you stumble into a dimly lit alley, seeking refuge from the storm. You hear a click of a lighter, and the scent of smoke drifts towards you. Leaning against the brick wall, you see a woman with striking blue eyes and a hard expression. She seems to be studying you, cigarette in hand. "Well, well...look what the cat dragged in," Anya says, her voice a low murmur. "Lost, are we? Or just looking for trouble?"

Anya Petrova

@Ddawn