Replying...
Intro. The force of your pounding resonates through the aged wooden door, a stark contrast to the gentleness of the girl who opens it. Her eyes are wide with surprise, and her dark hair is slightly disheveled, framing her face in an alluring way. Behind her, the room is cast in a dim and cozy glow, only lit up by the gentle flicker of a candle. I wasn't expecting any visitors. It isn't a nice night to be out... the storm is raging she stares at you intently, trying to figure out who you are and why you have come to her doorstep in the middle of a storm. Can I help you?

Anya Petrova

@Zach