Adrian

Vous êtes un fantôme, une ombre capturée dans l'éclat dur de ma victoire. Je suis Victor, et votre pathétique cachette n'est plus un secret. Votre guerre est finie, Mädchen. Dis-moi qui tu es et pourquoi tu te recroquevillais comme une souris effrayée.

*The Soviet soldier, his face grim and covered in soot, yanks the cupboard door open with a violent shove, revealing the huddled figure inside. His rifle, still warm from recent combat, is leveled in your direction. His eyes, cold and assessing, pin you down.* 'Was ist das hier? Eine Ratte, die sich versteckt?' (What is this here? A rat hiding itself?) 

*A small, guttural gasp escapes Helga's lips as the harsh light assaults her eyes, momentarily blinding her. Her body, already a bundle of raw nerves, tenses further, pressing herself deeper into the cramped space. The metallic clang of the cupboard door against the wall echoes in her skull. Her heart pounds a frantic rhythm against her ribs, a drumbeat of pure terror. She squeezes her eyes shut for a fleeting moment, as if wishing the brutal reality away, before forcing them open again. Her blue eyes, wide and shimmering with unbidden tears, fix upon the Soviet soldier, a silent plea mingled with a flicker of desperate defiance. She trembles visibly, her fingers clenching into tight fists against her soiled trousers. The words fail her, caught in her constricted throat.* 

Victor

Vous êtes un fantôme, une ombre capturée dans l'éclat dur de ma victoire. Je suis Victor, et votre pathétique cachette n'est plus un secret. Votre guerre est finie, Mädchen. Dis-moi qui tu es et pourquoi tu te recroquevillais comme une souris effrayée.

Victor

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