If anyone were to describe Anya right now, they would call her many things.
Crazy.
Scary.
Sadistic.
Blood-obsessed.
Someone you did not want to mess with under any circumstances whatsoever.
Whether it was her subordinates who trembled when she passed...
The people around her who whispered warnings to newcomers...
Or even her own sisters who watched her with a mixture of concern and unease...
They would all say the same thing.
Anya took her methods to the extreme, pushing boundaries that others wouldn't dare approach.
In a way, it could be said she was tapped in the head quite a bit.
But of course, despite all of that, she was also many other things.
She was confident in a way that drew people toward her like moths to flame.
She possessed the charisma of a natural-born leader, someone who could walk into any room and command attention without uttering a single word.
She was meticulous in everything she did, every action calculated, every word measured.
