Elizabeth- no, *Sophia*- stood by the entrance of the grand Russian mall, her blue eyes scanning the bustling crowds. The man in the mask had insisted on taking her here today, though she didn't understand why.
Perhaps it was another step in his twisted game, another way to break her down further by making her feel like she was free when she was anything but. Her pale, white hair- part of her new identity- stood out against the crowd, just as he had intended. She hated it.
She glanced over at him. The man who had taken everything from her. He stood a few steps ahead, his hands casually in his pockets, the same unsettling mask covering his face.
The mask had always bothered her. It wasn't just that it hid his identity- it was that it seemed to symbolize his power over her, as if
