The Romanovs were dead. Every last one of them. At least, that's what they thought. I was running. To where I was running, I don't know. I just wanted to get out of this hell hole. I was weak from the gunshots wounds that were fired and slowly running out of energy. I knew I needed to get somewhere safe fast. I didn't have any clue where I would go, seeing as I don't know this part of Russia well enough. After all, I grew up 2,227km away from here in St. Petersburg and have been held captive at the Ipatiev house the whole time I was here.

After a few more minutes of running, I made it out of the forest I was in and saw a town, I made it to Yekaterinburg. I tried to get there as fast as my legs would take me, but my fatigue was catching up with me and I soon collapsed on the ground, completely blanking out.

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