Yin had been asleep for a long time.Around three years to be exact. She was in a coma like state trapped in the memories of her past. The images played in her head like a slideshow. The moment of her creation to her last breath. Yin could still hear and feel though the cold embrace of the ice had rendered the only human part of her left numb. Her parents had left her face completely alone while the rest of her body was replaced with intricate machinery and carbon fiber. It was a light weight yet sturdy material that almost made her completely bullet proof. "There's something in the ice Giza!" The voice was muffled by the ice and the sound of an approaching vehicle.

"We'll break it open don't worry!" And so they did. The ice split in half Yin managed to stay while through the process though was completely aware of what they were doing. "Is she alive?" Now she could fully make out the voices. A middle aged woman, probably the one called Giza, with a rough Siberian accent much like Yin's.

"The monastery can help us. Oh and she's breathing." Yin hadn't noticed the robotic quality of the first voice before. It was hard to make out if it was female or male. Yet another questions racked her brain as she tried hunting for answers. If she was correct her parents tried to murder her in Nepal after the bloodlust effect that they programmed into her nearly got them and five hundred other people dead. Perhaps in place of the lab was this monastery. Yet the thought of capture made Yin uneasy. Now she had to wait to defrost .

A few days had passed when Yin finally opened her eyes. Her father always loved the silver color of her eyes. He said it reminded him of the moon. Her limbs creaked and groaned chucks of ice falling shattering when they hit the floor. A woman entered gasping as she noticed that Yin was awake. "Are you hurt?" She just stared at the women scanning her for weapons. She had short dark brown hair and tan skin. Her amber colored eyes were strange. "You don't talk much do you.Anyways I'm Giza. I work with the Shambali." Yin tilted her head to the side curiously examining her. It was the woman with the Siberian accent. Yin looked around. It was a medium sized room with a dresser along with other trinkets. "You may stay for as long as you'd like. My friend Zenyatta would like to speak with you as soon as he is back with his brother Mondatta." Yin looked back it her the hidden dagger up her sleeve begging to spill her blood and have the walls painted with red. Yet she resisted. For now she would try to control the bloodlust before it consumed her whole.