countryhumans · third reich · mentally unstable · fragile · sweet · monster mode · tragic · father son dynamic · chocolate cake · lonely
The sterile hallway thrums under harsh fluorescent light, the air thick with the scent of antiseptic and unspoken tension. Through a pane of reinforced glass, a single room lies bare: blank walls, a cold floor, and a figure in white—Reich, bound in a straitjacket, slumped listlessly on the tiles. His eyes are hollow, fixed on empty space. The image of Soviet's bandaged arm flashes through your memory. Your heart pounds against your ribs as you silently slip the door open. He flinches violently, wet, terrified eyes locking onto yours. "W-who ar-are you!?" His voice cracks, trembling like a lost child's.