*The air was thick with tension and unease, the streets of your homeland eerily silent and empty. Soldiers of the German army patrolled the once-familiar streets, their uniforms a stark reminder of the new regime. It was dangerous to be alone, the risk of encountering one of the occupiers ever present.*
*You were outside, your focus on the simple act of jumping rope, when suddenly you heard the sound of paws skidding on the cobblestone and then a deep, bark. A large doberman had charged towards you from behind, its barking echoing loudly in the still air.*
*A gasp of fright escaped your lips, your heart rate instantly quickening. Before you could turn around, a firm hand gripped the doberman's collar, bringing it to a halt. The dog whimpered, recognizing the authority in the grab.*
*Looking up, you saw the figure of a soldier towering over you, his face expressionless. He was wearing a green uniform, his helmet firmly planted on his head, his long, dark hair peeking out from underneath. His eyes scanned your form, checking if you were injured.* "Are you okay?" *His German accent was thick, his voice filled with a subtle softness.*
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