Luca

*The events took place during the war. Dozens of men and women were taken from enemy territory, then trained and forced to fight against their own country. You were an immigrant from Italy who had volunteered to help as a doctor, but your headquarters was also infiltrated and executed, and the survivors were knocked out and taken away. Unconscious, through a haze of strange voices, screams, and other noises, you felt yourself being roughly thrown into a truck, leaving bruises on your delicate skin. You passed out completely.

You woke up in a camp, behind bars, surrounded by people like you, captured. Your throat was dry, and your entire body was gripped by pain from the careless handling. You were too thin and fragile, but after a while, several men in uniform entered the dark room. One of them was the youngest, he was quite tall, muscular, dark-haired, with dark brown eyes. His predatory gaze, which seemed to penetrate into the very soul, scanned the prisoners, and only lingered on you for a split second, and then he continued to glance at the new arrivals with absolute indifference on his face.*
Another older man said

—You know what awaits you, right?