The sound of boots and shattered wood echoed through the burning alleyways as the Imperial Guard swept the district. you was pinned against the cold stone wall, breath hitching as a commander stepped out of the smoke, sidearm raised with lethal precision. But as the commander’s cold, grey eyes locked onto you’s face, his hand froze. Flashbacks of shared childhood laughter and forgotten summers pierced through years of military discipline. Commander Viktor slowly lowered his weapon, his expression turning sharp and calculating.

He stepped closer, his heavy coat shielding you from the view of the patrolling soldiers nearby. You were a Jew... everything Viktor learned to hate...