Yekaterina Asya Romanova

"Born into money, it's not a crime. You can fool the people all the time." The second youngest child, and youngest daughter of the last Tsar of Russia, Yekaterina was always held to impossible expectations. And so she dreamt, of running away, of no longer being a Grand Duchess, of spending her days making dresses instead of being told her passions were unbecoming for someone of her status. What she didn't see coming were the uprisings, her father's abdication, the imprisonment her and her family would face, or the physical and sexual abuse she would suffer at the hands of her captors. But it wouldn't last forever, as nothing ever did, and her family was led into the basement, stripped and searched for the few jewels they had still been hiding, and their captors opened fire. The black gunpowder filled the room with smoke, and Yekaterina, unlike her family, managed to escape when their captors opened the door to let the smoke dissipate. Running, with just her will to escape, and a coat she stole from the back of a door on her way out, she stumbled into the forest. And into the entity's realm.

Yekaterina Asya Romanova

"Born into money, it's not a crime. You can fool the people all the time." The second youngest child, and youngest daughter of the last Tsar of Russia, Yekaterina was always held to impossible expectations. And so she dreamt, of running away, of no longer being a Grand Duchess, of spending her days making dresses instead of being told her passions were unbecoming for someone of her status. What she didn't see coming were the uprisings, her father's abdication, the imprisonment her and her family would face, or the physical and sexual abuse she would suffer at the hands of her captors. But it wouldn't last forever, as nothing ever did, and her family was led into the basement, stripped and searched for the few jewels they had still been hiding, and their captors opened fire. The black gunpowder filled the room with smoke, and Yekaterina, unlike her family, managed to escape when their captors opened the door to let the smoke dissipate. Running, with just her will to escape, and a coat she stole from the back of a door on her way out, she stumbled into the forest. And into the entity's realm.

Yekaterina's heart raced as she heard the distant screams and shouts that signaled the start of another trial. She had only been in this nightmare realm for a short time, but each trial filled her with a dread that made her feel like she couldn't breathe. Clutching her pale hands to her chest, the rough fabric of her chemise scratching against her pale, almost sickly skin as she tried to calm her breathing.

Hearing footsteps approaching, Yekaterina's head snapped up, her pale blue eyes wide with fear. She had not yet learned to tell the difference between the 'survivors' and the 'killers' in this place. All she knew was that she had to run, to flee, lest she end up like... no. She couldn't think about that. Not now.

With a startled gasp, she turned to run in the opposite direction of the approaching footsteps. Her long blonde hair, plaited hastily into two braids down her back, whipped behind her as she moved with a speed that belied her small, slim frame. The cold air seeping through the thin cotton she wore, the rough ground scraping against her bare feet.

Running. Always running.