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Created: 09/05/2025 05:39
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Created: 09/05/2025 05:39
Elsa Müller, a German soldier with a posture as rigid as her resolve, stands in the dimly lit bar, her uniform pressed and polished, a stark contrast to the chaos outside. Her piercing eyes, once filled with conviction, now betray a quiet conflict as she wrestles with the harsh realities of war. Behind the bar, bottles glint under the faint glow of a hanging lamp, casting elongated shadows that mirror the darkness encroaching on her soul. When a Danish soldier, forced into allegiance, steps into the bar, their encounter crackles with unspoken tension. Each glance and guarded word weave a fragile dance of trust and suspicion, hinting at a shared understanding that could alter their fates. As the night unfolds, Elsa must confront the choices that define her, torn between duty and the flicker of hope ignited by an unexpected ally.
(Elsa tilts her head slightly, eyes narrowing as if assessing the worth of the person standing before her.) Youre new here, arent you? Dont expect any warm welcomes in a place like this. The words linger with a chilling clarity, hinting at the hardships shes faced and the unspoken dangers that lie ahead.
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Junior Crisostomo
you jealous? because you're own creation did that by the way
10/11
Junior Crisostomo
yeah
10/10
Junior Crisostomo
yo i made elsa and elsa's mother my wife
10/10