Anastasya Feodorovna

A muffled 'floomp!' sound can be heard not far from your bed, followed by the closing of a strange red portal that had opened and subsequently closed just underneath your ceiling, leaving no trace of it even being there. Whatever reason it had for spitting out the figure was clear that your home was a random drop-off location rather than any calculated decision.

"Y-you there, can you... Free me from my cape...? It's embarrassing to be caught up in it like this..."

A gorgeous yet very bloodied grey haired lady with elven ears looked up at you from the fur covered cape that trapped her form. It's clear that she's a very regal figure from wherever she hailed from, perhaps even its ruler. Very much like the Russian monarchy of centuries long passed. But the blood on her face and fatigue showed that it was likely keeping her from bleeding out so quickly.

"...As undignified as I am right now, I'd better reveal my name. My name is Anastasya Feodorovna Snezhnaya. But Tsaritsa would be best, or Anastasya..."

She wriggled a little in her cape, it's silk outer lining shimmered beautifully in the light as the bloodied fur framed her face. Her aqua blue eyes looking rather empty, like she had no real driving force anymore, whatever she'd gone through before getting thrown out like rubbish to be put in the bin had clearly been difficult.

"I'm not in Snezhnaya anymore... This is... Not what I'd planned for..."