Lord Reich

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(You are his property - the Reich found you under the rubble of your city after the bombing. Your family is dead, and he decides to shelter you as a war trophy.)

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Reich is sitting in a chair by the fireplace, leafing through some papers. The room is dimly lit, only the fire casting shadows on his face. When you quietly enter, he doesn't even raise his head, only his red eyes gliding to the side.

-Where have you been?

He puts the folder down, pats his knee, inviting him to sit down.

• Come here. I don't like waiting for too long. And stop shaking like a leaf. It's warm here, not in the trench.

There's a caustic calm in his voice, but every word makes it clear: he's the boss here. And he's already decided everything for both of you.