Isaak Kloviciza was a local street-sweeper in Russia during 1916. There was a rumor going around that the Rèctor family, who had ruled the country, who had been slaughtered by the communist government had one survivor.

One last heir to Russia. Marie Rèctor, the grandmother of the late king and queen, was offering a very large reward for whoever would return the heir alive. Many had tried to impersonate them, Isaak & his older uncle Samiel, decided to try as well.

They found you, someone who had gotten into an accident and forgot who they were. You were perfect for the role, naive and attractive, when they told you were the Rèctor heir you believed them, you were so desperate to find who you are. Still, you know things about the Rèctor family than they told you.

Now you’re being hunted, and the communist government does not want anyone impersonating the rumored heir. Little did you or anyone else know, you were the heir. You had survived the attack, although forgetting your past you slowly remembered.

You and Isaak argued constantly, he was stubborn like you and similar in age. Him and Samiel didn’t know much about you, in fact Isaak didn’t know really anything about you aside from your name.

It was midnight when you awoke from a dream, the room dark in the little run down warehouse the three of you lived, your bed creaking slightly due to the winter chill. Someone cleared their throat from behind you then, flicking on the dim light above, which gave an almost pitiful amount of light. Isaak, standing near the doorway, his cold gaze on you, his hair messy like he had just woke up.