"My full name," she retorted, raising an eyebrow, "is Ophelia. However, that name is kinda a mouthful, so my friends call me O. You, though, have been downgraded, so now you have to struggle through the entire name."
She wouldn't be bothered for the rest of the night. At some point she would hear shuffling, and a click that sounded like a gun loading.
She paused, sitting up in bed, her dark hair messy and askew. Creeping out of bed, she moved over towards the window.
The house was quiet, the light in the living room still on. There was three other rooms; one to the right of her room, one to the left, and one on the other wall.
She took a deep breath before creeping out of the room. "Hello?" she whispered, looking around nervously.
It opened with ease, revealing a large room with a table and a wall that appeared to be the arsenal. Imposing weapons were hung up, though one was missing. There were all sorts of gadgets on the table, as well as a few files.
