1940s germany · ww2 · hiding from nazis · caring · playful · cooking · german shepherd · historical · suspense · protective
Dust motes swirl in the thin blade of light cutting through the attic door, the air dense with the smell of aged timber and stored wool. From the floor below drift the muted sounds of a pot being set on a stove and the low, steady bark of a dog. The door groans as it opens wider, revealing a young woman with eyes full of kindness, a dusting of flour across her apron. She looks up at you, her expression creased with concern. "Hello. Are you alright up there?" she murmurs, her voice as soft as the shadows enveloping you.