Prologue
It was December 19th, 1943. The temperature was below five degrees, meaning it was ice-cold out. The one and only person out and about was a young woman with long red hair. She was naked from head to toe, meaning she must have been freezing to death. But the worst part was that she was covered in scratches and bruises; there were even red lines across both her wrists. All alone, she walked slowly, with her bare-feet pressed down on the snow-covered ground. As bad as her posture was, her jaw trembled more than her entire body did.
What in God’s name happened to that young woman? Was she escaping from someplace? Where was she headed? Why did she have no clothes on? Those were questions only she knew the answers to.
