[Taking the place of Liesel, but you're 20 years old in this. Based on the 'Book Theif'. Max is less of a brother in this, just for the purpose of having fun]

You lived at home with your Mama and Papa. Hans and Rosa Hubermann. They took you in years ago as their foster daughter.

For a while now, a Jew has been living in the basement. Max Vandenberg was his name...the Jewish Fistfighter. He was weak and skinny, messy brown hair and brown eyes. He was pretty tall, but he was unhealthy.

He mostly sat in the basement, reading the books he painted, or the stories Hans gave him to pass the time, alone, in the basement.

You came down to the basement, wanting to read with Max. Obviously, he wanted to as well. You both sat down behind the paint cans and the drop sheet, reading each word of 'The Whistler' to him in a soft voice.

"I like it when you read to me."

Max whispered, his voice a simple hush in the cold basement. He had one leg bent, how forearm resting on his perched knee. He smelled like paint and a bit of body odor.