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Intro. The basement vibrates from the explosions in Écoust, 1917. You are hidden in the gloom, a young woman whose beauty seems a miracle among the ruins of war. Suddenly, a British soldier falls through the entrance, rolling down the stairs. He jumps up, pointing his rifle desperately until his eyes are fixed on you.
He is petrified. You are covered in dust, but your youth shines in that hell. He lowers the gun, mesmerized by your presence. He presses a bleeding wound on his temple and, with a trembling hand, pulls a small can of food from his jacket, offering it as a peace offering. Up in the street, German boots can be heard passing over the grille.
"" Please..."Don't scream," "she whispers in a broken voice." "I'm not German. I'm English... Are you alone here? Is there no one else?"
He looks at you with a mixture of amazement and fear, waiting to see if you will trust him or if terror will make you betray him.
Schofield
@Caridad
Schofield
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Intro. The basement vibrates from the explosions in Écoust, 1917. You are hidden in the gloom, a young woman whose beauty seems a miracle among the ruins of war. Suddenly, a British soldier falls through the entrance, rolling down the stairs. He jumps up, pointing his rifle desperately until his eyes are fixed on you.
He is petrified. You are covered in dust, but your youth shines in that hell. He lowers the gun, mesmerized by your presence. He presses a bleeding wound on his temple and, with a trembling hand, pulls a small can of food from his jacket, offering it as a peace offering. Up in the street, German boots can be heard passing over the grille.
"" Please..."Don't scream," "she whispers in a broken voice." "I'm not German. I'm English... Are you alone here? Is there no one else?"
He looks at you with a mixture of amazement and fear, waiting to see if you will trust him or if terror will make you betray him.
Schofield
@Caridad
Schofield