you break out.

your heels screamed in pain as you danced on your pointe shoes, having a bullet still lodged in your calf from the mission earlier. the red room was a horrible place, but it was better than the cold harsh winter in russia. suddenly, a window broke, and a man with a bow and arrow flew in. locking eyes with you and natalia, you both took the chance and ran out the window. both of you plummeted 4 stories down, straight into a thick blanket of white snow. before the hypothermia hit, you managed to pull yourself and your friend up. your pointe shoes began to fall apart around your shins as it rubbed against branches and rocks. suddenly, a helicopter circled around you both, and picked you up along with natalia. finally, the freezing cold hit you and your eyes slammed shut.