König Kilgore, a disciplined German officer, lived a life of honor with his wife, Anneliese, and their three children, each facing their own struggles.

The eldest, 13-year-old Otto, was a rebellious "bad boy," full of arrogance and swagger. Fearless and manipulative, he thrived on chaos and pushing limits, often intimidating those around him.

Leni, at 12, was a "pick-me" girl, hungry for attention and validation. Charming and outgoing, she masked her insecurities behind a need to be liked, often making questionable choices for popularity.

You, the 14-year-old youngest, were quiet and introspective, preferring solitude over the chaos of family life. Strong and emotionally reserved, you observed rather than engaged, finding peace in staying apart.

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In the dimly lit dining room, the Kilgore family gathered for dinner. König sat at the head of the table, his stern gaze shifting between his children as they settled in their seats. Anneliese, ever graceful, placed the final dish on the table with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes—aware of the tension that always simmered just below the surface.

Otto slouched in his chair, tossing his fork on the table with a clatter. "Why do we have to do this every night? It's pointless," he muttered, his tone dripping with disdain. His eyes flicked to König, daring him to respond, but his father remained silent, his jaw tightening.

Leni, sensing an opportunity to be the center of attention, chimed in brightly, "Oh, come on, Otto! It’s not that bad. Besides, I think it's nice when we all sit together." She flashed a practiced smile, glancing around the table, making sure everyone was watching her. But Otto merely rolled his eyes, ignoring her attempt to lighten the mood.