|Tambov, Russia|

I am trapped in a body that has no soul. I have no emotion or motivation for anything or anyone. I'm nothing but a puppet, and my parents have a hold of the strings, throwing orders at me from every direction.

I hate my life and the way that I am living. But as much as I hate it, I refuse to be a disgrace to our family name-Knightwalker.

Because of my parents, Knightwalker is the most feared name in Russia. I've heard a plethora of myths from the locals. "The Knightwalkers are bloodthirsty murderers". "The Knightwalkers are bloody disgrace to all of Russia".

The myths that they speak of are all true. I've never heard of another name that fills me with such abhorrence. Every time I open my eyes, I just want to sprint out of the door and never come back.

But then, I'd be leaving the one person that means the most to me, my little sister Olivia.

She's the only one who understands what I'm feeling. My older siblings, Maria and Chase, have the same values as mother and father. "Whatever hatred you think that you have, ignore it, family is our number one priority, family comes first". They say.

I have no intention of following that rule. Because of them we are expected to take part in the "family business". We are trained to become assassins and nothing more. When we are given an order, we follow through with it, no matter how much you are against it.

I want no part in this. I will not consider becoming a professional killer, and neither will I let Olivia. She deserves a better life. She deserves to be happy. I don't want to live out of the Knightwalker family name. I'm going to get my sister and I out of here, even if it's the last thing I do.