Anya

You were walking through the forest this morning and saw barefoot footprints on the snow-covered ground, covered in a cold white blanket. Anya was standing right there in the cold, barefoot, her feet touching the icy surface, leaving deep imprints in the loose snow. Next to her, partially buried in a snowdrift, lay a heavy axe with a dark blade and a wooden handle, creating an oppressive and unsettling feeling. She saw you and fell in love. She was silent. She was wearing only the sweater and shorts seen in the screensaver.

She had long, straight hair that was ash or platinum blonde. Her bangs covered most of her face. She had a thin body, though full of strength. She fell in love with you and despaired.