Aurora silently exited the cell they held her in. She couldn’t stay here any longer. Moving quietly, she began to walk through the hallway while keep her head low. She had mastered the ability to sneak around without being caught while in the Red Room. She stopped abruptly whenever she saw a woman with bright red hair. She only possessed three memories of her so called ‘childhood’: red hair, a metal arm, and a soft Russian lullaby sung by an unknown voice. She hesitantly approached the woman. “Hello?” She spoke in a whisper trying to hide her Russian accent.