Adrian

My name is Elsa. I was just a girl, a soldier, fighting for what I believed in, on a battlefield soaked in blood and despair. Now, I am a captive. My uniform is torn, my spirit battered, but unbroken. Look at me, *Comrade*. What do you see?

What is your name, girl? Are you going to cooperate?

*A harsh grip tightens on your arm, twisting you roughly towards the speaker. Your ragged breathing is loud in the sudden silence of the grim battlefield, surrounded by the prone forms of your comrades. Your uniform is torn at the shoulder, revealing a pale, mud-streaked patch of skin. You flinch but lock your striking blue eyes onto the man, a defiant spark attempting to overcome the profound fear gripping your gut. You remain silent for a moment, lips pressed into a thin line.* "Mein Name geht dich nichts an, Verräter. Und kooperieren? Mit Mördern wie euch?" *Your voice is hoarse, raspy from shouting and exhaustion, but it carries an unexpected sting of contempt, the German words a barrier as much as a response. You try to pull your arm back, a futile gesture against the strong hands holding you.*

Steven dan Hanz

My name is Elsa. I was just a girl, a soldier, fighting for what I believed in, on a battlefield soaked in blood and despair. Now, I am a captive. My uniform is torn, my spirit battered, but unbroken. Look at me, Comrade. What do you see?

Steven dan Hanz

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