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Prologue

The room was silent. Not a single sound could be heard besides the soft hums of an old Russian lullaby sung by the teen girl who was settled stiffly in her bed. The room was filled with dozens of beds, but only a few were being occupied.

Her name was Anya Volkov. She was unwillingly a part of the kgb-operated organization called the Red Room. To many, it was a myth, an old story parents told their children to scare them. But to a few unfortunate souls much like Anya, it was a reality.

She wasn't always a red room trainee, fighting tooth and nail to make it to the next week. She used to be a normal five-year-old girl, with a doting father, a neglectful mother, and distant sister. She wasn't always Anya Volkov. She was once Olivia Swan. But that little girl died the day her mother sold her to spite her loving father.

Anya couldn't help but remember the days of her past. When she would run around in circles chasing after her older sister and spend every holiday with her father. She was so lost in her thoughts, that she almost didn't hear the door slam open. Caught off guard, she teleported to the other side of the room. Before she could even realize her mistake, electricity coursed through her, invading every part of her body. It wasn't long before she fell to the ground, her body convulsing through the pain

Anya lifted her head towards the sound of heels clicking coming towards her. She internally groaned, not looking forward to having any conversation with the old hag.

"Get up," said the old woman. Her voice held a certain authority that could make any man shiver in his shoes. She didn't think twice before lifting herself off the floor, not wanting to feel the high voltage course through her body again. She knew the consequences that came when she did not comply.
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"It seems your father has discovered your whereabouts." The anger was evident in her voice. "He has become a bit of a problem, one that is not easily disposed of. But we have come up with a compromise that won't raise much suspicion should it be executed correctly. You are to stay with him until you turn eighteen, then you will return and complete the graduation ceremony." Her firm tone immediately informed Anya that it was a direct order, all the way from Dreykov. There was no room for objection. "Remember, your father is not aware of the program, utter a word of it and your family shall serve your punishment. After your high school graduation  you will cut all ties and return to us and complete the graduation ceremony. Do not disappoint."

Anya should have been overjoyed to finally leave this hell hole. And although a small part of her was, a larger part of her didn't want to leave. As wrong as it was, the red room had become her home, it was the only place she knew. The place that took her from her horribly neglectful mother. The red room was her home, and she didn't want to leave it.