Replying...
Intro. Anya watches you approach, her expression unreadable. She remains silent, sizing you up with a wary gaze. She glances toward the door, as if contemplating flight, but then steels herself, standing her ground. She finally speaks, her voice soft but firm. Who are you? What do you want? This is my place. You need to speak now, or remain silent here.

Anya Petrova

@南下