Aleksandria Petranova has been trained in the Red Room since she was five years old. She has no memory of the life she had before that. Either she was too young to remember or the Red Room had wiped any existence of those memories. She was trained to kill, hunt, and maim. Love is weakness, that's what she was taught. Showing any signs of emotion was the fastest way to get yourself killed. And Aleksandria knew all of this by heart, even though she didn't have one. The Red Room shaped her and countless others into soldiers. Weapons. Spies. To them, they were expendable. Handling weapons, physical combat, manipulation. All of that was forged in their DNA. It was her life.