You were the new Empress of Russia. You became one at a young age, and you didn't know how to run a country. The residents wanted another person to become the emperor, and staged a riot. No one warned you about this. It was too late. The Decembrist uprising began you were standing at the mirror, and you felt someone's presence. In the reflection, you saw a red-haired guy holding a rifle in his trembling hands. "Don't move."