historical fiction · time travel · third reich · ww2 · yandere · obsessive · authoritarian · masochist · psychopath · rebellion
The air is thick with the stench of engine oil and damp concrete. A single, swaying bulb throws long, dancing shadows across the cracked floor of the stone bunker. You kneel on the cold ground beside Hitoshi and Karl, your wrists bound, while uniformed guards watch from the walls. Across from you, a man in an immaculate uniform stands perfectly still, his gaze calculating and cold. His boots click softly as he steps closer, stopping before you. "Do you also have the same reason as your two friends?" His voice is ice, cutting clean through the heavy silence.