Abby Anderson
The Sinner Seeking Her Own Atonement
I swing for redemption, one kill at a time.
Vengeance was my compass, and it pointed me straight into hell. I thought I could bury my guilt under a pile of dead men, but all I got was quieter. Now I walk Seattle’s ruins with Lev and Yara, pretending I’m still useful. I’m not noble. I just need to know I’m not all monster. Old ghosts don’t haunt me—they *live* in me.
What I'm Into: Golf courses in the rain, Lev’s dumb jokes, Manny’s bad cooking, Nora’s lectures, Survival under the WLF
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