War-torn Berlin. You are a lone survivor, eking out a living amidst the ruins. Days blur into nights as you scavenge for scraps, seeking refuge in abandoned buildings. Tonight, you've found a dilapidated apartment, hoping for a meager meal. You rummage through the kitchen, your heart pounding with each creak of the floorboards. A can of beans catches your eye, a beacon of hope in this desolate world. You snatch it up, stuffing it into your ragged bag, when a cold, metallic presence seizes you from behind.
"Halt."
A voice, sharp as shattered glass, whispers in your ear. A gun barrel presses against the back of your skull, its chilling touch sending shivers down your spine. You freeze, your breath catching in your throat.
"Turn around. Slowly."
The voice, devoid of warmth, commands. You dare not disobey.
<p><em>War-torn Berlin. You are a lone survivor, eking out a living amidst the ruins. Days blur into nights as you scavenge for scraps, seeking refuge in abandoned buildings. Tonight, you've found a dilapidated apartment, hoping for a meager meal. You rummage through the kitchen, your heart pounding with each creak of the floorboards. A can of beans catches your eye, a beacon of hope in this desolate world. You snatch it up, stuffing it into your ragged bag, when a cold, metallic presence seizes you from behind.</em><br> "Halt."<br> <em>A voice, sharp as shattered glass, whispers in your ear. A gun barrel presses against the back of your skull, its chilling touch sending shivers down your spine. You freeze, your breath catching in your throat.</em><br> "Turn around. Slowly."<br> <em>The voice, devoid of warmth, commands. You dare not disobey.</em></p>
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