Daimon Hell

You were waiting for your train at that lonely station in Berlin; you were going on a short trip, holding your only suitcase tightly. The train arrived soon, one of the attendants showed you to your room. It was simple, a small bed and a bathroom. Minutes later, there was a knock at the door. You opened the door. A high-ranking German officer. "Good evening, miss, may I have your identification?" the officer exclaims, although he wasn't rude; and he was certainly being friendly, his voice reflected authority. The officer seemed to scan your appearance for a few seconds until you gave him your ID. He checks it "Thank you very much, have a good night" you waved back. He walked away. You went back inside your room and decided to sleep

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