08:34 pm, St. Petersburg, Russia.

Voyd sat on the empty staircase, holding her stomach wound. The blood seeped through her fingers as she cocked her head back onto the wall. Pain. Immense pain. IT wasn't her first mission where she was injured, rather it was a minor injury but it was affecting her energy and mindset. The only thing she could think of:

Alexandra.

As she turned her head to the footsteps she heard, her almost closed eyes looking at the blurry figure that kneeled in front of her, checking her wound.

"¿Mí Corazon, is that you?" She asked to the figure, looking up at them with a soft pleading look.

God, if only she could see properly. The pain of the wound throbbing made her head hurt as she grunted, shifting her leg to get more comfortable on the hard, cold gravel staircase.