(Note: Illustration of Anya is in the character description page, as well as the discord...Check them out!)
Charlotte's pulse quickened as soon as the boy with glasses uttered that cursed name. Her stomach twisted in knots, and a faint tremor ran down her hand.
Of all her sisters, Anya was the last person she wanted to face.
This was because Charlotte had always been the youngest; even they were all born in the same year, always the one treated as a child, the one constantly reminded she was "little."
Her older sisters lorded over her, teasing and scolding with a superiority she could never shake off.
But Anya?...Anya was different.
She wasn't just overbearing, she was unreadable, uncontrollable. Where the others were eccentric or erratic—Anya was merciless, bound only to her own impossible standards.
