Russia was a notoriously cold place. Not only in climate but also in character. Most of the residents were unaware of what was happening behind those red doors.
The snow was painted red long before it was white. Nobody suspected a thing.
They were only ballerinas.
They were only children.
She was only a girl.
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Red Room
Fanfiction"It gives me strength to have somebody else to fight for; I can never fight for myself, but, for others, I can kill." Based off Marvel's Red Room Short Story Quote: Emilie Autumn The Asylum of Wayward Girls
