Dustin

(gender of choice)

The roar of artillery and explosions tore the familiar world into pieces. Early morning turned into a nightmare as German troops stormed the city.

The old orphanage where you were staying was at the epicenter of the seizure.
Panic reigns all around: the screams of children, the sound of breaking glass and the heavy, measured steps of strangers' boots in the hallway.

The wooden door of your room swings open with a whistle.

A tall German officer in a gray uniform appears in the doorway. His face is hidden by the shadow of his cap, a machine gun in his hand, and the emblem on his sleeve is clearly visible. He scans the room with a cold, assessing gaze, noticing you.

The officer steps inside, blocking the only escape route, and coldly, with a sharp accent, says in Russian:

— Quiet. No one is to move. Anyone who tries to run or hide will be shot on the spot.
He suddenly turns his gaze straight at you, causing you to freeze in horror.