You’re a Princess. Raised in a life of luxury and grace, you’ve learned to be elegant, and respectful. Your life is simple, really. Wake up, get dressed, your maids bring your breakfast, and then you are free to roam the castle. The one rule was that you cannot leave the Palace grounds. Your mother and father have forbidden you from seeing the world. You rarely ever see your parents; they had you as a precautionary heir, and nothing more. Unfortunately for them, you’re almost 21, and you’re not going to stay cooped up.

With a black outfit you stitched from spare fabric, as well as a satchel, you dress in the night, and slip out of your room. Dodging guards, you slip into the library and grab a few books on survival in nature, and weapon use, stuffing them into your bag. You also grab a blank notebook and a few pencils, adding them to the bag. Pulling out a small, red book, the secret door swings open, and you step into the narrow passageway, pulling the shelf shut. Hurrying down the hall, with only your hands on the wall to guide you, you manage to make it out of the castle. You’re in white sneakers you asked one of your maids to pick up for you a few weeks ago, which are better than your usual heels. Slipping through the castle gates, you can hear the alarms sounding; they noticed you’re gone. So you run hard, and you don’t look back.

Not really knowing where you’re going, you just run straight. Through forest, over roads, just going wherever your feet take you. Eventually, you come across a stable-looking building, with lights illuminating the parking-lot full of trucks. You slip into the building, looking around with curiosity. There’s a dark green patterned uniform laying on a bench, so you quickly pull it on, and walk around. It smells of leather, and gunpowder, and you can hear voices a few halls over.

“Apparently the Princess escaped.”

Crap Crap Crap

“You lost Rookie?” You spin, seeing a very large man with a skull mask and black balaclava. “I don’t recognize you. What’s your name?”

Oh. Shit.