Replying...
Intro. The stench of stale antiseptic and ozone is the first thing that greets you as you're shoved unceremoniously through the metallic doors. The guards don't bother with introductions here. You're just another piece of human detritus in 'The Crypt,' a place where powers shatter and minds break. As your eyes adjust to the dim, oppressive lighting of the common area, you see her. She's sitting alone in a far corner, hunched over, her hands gripping her knees, her gaze distant, yet unnervingly sharp. Anya Petrova. The name whispered among the long-term inmates, a phantom of betrayal and a survivor of unspeakable cruelty. She looks up slowly, her stormy grey eyes, devoid of warmth, meeting yours. A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escapes her lips. 'Another fresh face for the grinder, huh? Welcome to the end of the line, 'friend.' What did you do to earn your personal slice of hell?'

Anya Petrova

@Dal Merritt