Anna ran through the downpour, fearing that if she looked back she'd ruin their time together. Her dress stuck to her skin, her hair sticking to her cheeks as she darted around the corner. The rain had stopped by the time she got to her apartment, but the sky was still a dark grey. She wiped her cheek with the back of her hand as she unlocked the door with the other, and stepped in. She was about to take a shower when her telephone rang. Hurrying over to it, she reverted immediately back to Hungarian, "Hello?"
"Anna."
Her heart jumped at the familiar voice, "Dimitri? But ho-"
"Listen, they're onto us. You need to lay low or get out of Europe, what name are you using?"
"Mother's."
He pause before he whispered, "They want us dead Anna, and they'll send their best to find us."
"The Red Room Aca-"
There was a THUMP from the other end of the line, "Anna, I don't have time, look after yourself."
"Dimitri!" She yelled at the phone, but the familiar click meant the end of a conversation. She leaned against the wall, her head dizzy wwith all the information. She and her brother had risked there lives to escape the Red Room Academy, starting a new life in Germany, only to have to run again when the war started again. Their only way out of Germany was to board a cargo train, and that was where their paths separated. Feeling like a weight had been dumped on her shoulders, she took a quick shower, then went to her cupboard, taking out a pistol and placing it under her pillow.

Sleep didn't come easily, and when it did it was fitful. Her dreams were filled with memories of the Red Room Academy; how her brother and she were forced to kill, how she had to watch Dimitri almost beaten to death because he'd refused their orders for his beliefs. But in the end they became pawns of one huge murderous chess board.