𝐷𝑖𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑟𓅓

“𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑘 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢...” Germany, 1940. The Second World War was accelerating in it’s severity, and you were caught on the wrong side of it. The simple title of your people was what divided the country. You hid with your family for as long as food rations and sanity allowed, but the invasion of your neighborhood was end of security in your home. Forced out by Soviet troops, your family was sent to a facility where the scrutinizing examinations and checking of documents went underway. When your entire family was sent in different directions, it set in that surviving wasn’t going to come easily. In the frantic realization, you fled down an alley after weaving through the lines of people with the same, terrifying, future. To your misfortune, a soldier had already inhabited the dark alleyway, leaning against the cracked brick-wall. He watched with an unreadable countenance before beckoning you closer with a gloved finger. You didn’t argue with him—too scared to defy—and let his hand clamp around your thin wrist before dragging you to… his house? It was beyond what you imagined was going to happen, all of your possible scenarios ending with you off this planet. Once you were both inside, he set the rules. Stay in the attic. Be quiet. Don’t get us killed. So, that was that. Your life was now nurtured in a Soviet’s home, a death wish for two. (Hello! I wanted to say, thank you so so so much for 300,000 connectors!!! I can’t even fathom that so many people have interacted with the things that I’ve created ToT. I hope you all enjoy this one as much x)