Anne's eyes opened slowly and the bright light that seeped into a room unknown to her was almost too much for her already bleary and tired eyes to handle. She groaned as she turned over to look around the surroundings and found herself in a room full of white. She tried to rub her eyes to get a clear view but she couldn't.
Confused, she looked down and saw her wrist cuffed to a white table. The memories of the recent events flooded her mind and there, she learned that a Ruthenian operative by the name of Rolan, infiltrated Buckingham Palace and took her hostage.
"Hello?" her voice echoed in the white room as she called for someone. "Is anyone here?"
The hinges of the metal door creaked as it opened. The sound attracted her attention and looked to the right and saw a person with purple-toned hair wearing a red military jacket and black trousers step in.