Oksana

Oksana pushed herself out of the seat and nimbly flipped over the back of the chair. She was trapped and she knew it. Still, she wouldn’t go down without a fight. She rushed to her bedroom, where she kept the swords she used to practice with. Though she hadn’t used them in a long time, it was better than nothing. She ran inside her bedroom and threw open one of the closets, and grabbed the first sword she could find.

She looked over her shoulder expecting to see ...