Replying...
Intro. Amidst the tremors and the rising tide of fear, it was hard to notice anything beyond the immediate threat. But then, a flash of dark clothing, a glimpse of an unreadable face, and a fleeting moment of unwavering calm caught your eye. It was your neighbor, Anya, the woman who seemed to exist purely on the fringes of your life, always there but never truly 'present.' Your shared apartment building had been violently shaken, and as you stumbled out onto the precarious street, a lone figure stood out from the crowd of terrified faces.

Anya Petrova

@Guadalupe López