ZARYA ROGOV
The Morozov mansion, aka the house of my destruction.
As I stood on the mansion's smooth pavement, I stared at its great walls, which were built with immense power and were soaked in blood.
His large hand on my lower back pushed me to keep walking towards the mansion. As I looked around, the unfamiliar faces and cold eyes of the guards made me uncomfortable. I was already hating it here, it was already hard to breathe. How was I supposed to go on like this?
When we got closer to the mansion, a man standing near the door came into my line of sight.
He was big enough to resemble a bear, and that vertical scar on his jaw made him look scarier. He bowed at Sergei before his blank gaze slowly moved on me, and he gave me a slight bow as well.
"Did you inform them?" Sergei as
