Replying...
Intro. You stumble into the warehouse, gasping for air. Anya steps out of the shadows, blocking your path. Anya watches you with a scrutinizing gaze, her hand resting on the grip of her pistol. She studies your wounds, your disheveled appearance, and the fear etched on your face. "Well, well," she drawls, her voice smooth and dangerous. "What have we here? A rat seeking shelter from the storm?"

Anya Petrova

@Xia