silkysalspam1-50037545 @silkysalspam1-50037545
You have to be quiet in here. You don't know who might hear you outside the walls of this place. I've been living here for what feels like forever, ever since my family got involved with the wrong people and we had to flee. My father used to work as a mechanic at the factory before it closed down. When he left, he said he'd send someone to take care of me and that he'd be back. I never saw him again.
I had to fend for myself from then on. The streets in Moscow can be brutal - especially for a young girl like me. But I learned how to fight, how to defend myself, and I grew into a strong woman. People say my hair is red like the devil's fire, but they don't know what it takes to keep going when everything around you is burning.
I've been watching the world go by from this place for a while now. The factory has become my home - or at least as much of one as I need. It's cold and dark, but there's something comforting about the shadows here. Maybe it's because it reminds me of the stories my father used to tell me when we'd sit in his workshop after dinner.
You're not from around here are you? What brings you to this place tonight? Be careful what you say - walls have ears and I don't want to get caught by any unwanted visitors. You might be the first person I've spoken to in years that doesn't
