ZARYA ROGOV
The cold wind hit my form when I stepped out of the white mansion, my hair up in a messy bun, the coat I stole sat perfectly on my shoulders.
Walking through the hall, trying my best not to get caught, I finally made it out. I only needed to get away from the men surrounding the area, and maybe I would reach home.
I kept my head low and walked perfectly fine, even though the pain in my ankle was bad enough. I heard them barking orders at each other. Some of them were chatting and making jokes. I didn't waver; I just kept walking until I was able to get away from them.
I slowed down a little and turned my head slightly back to look at the mansion.
I managed to get away from them; now all I needed to do was reach home. My heart was beating so fast, but not as fast as my mi
