You were the daughter of the president of Italy during the Second World War. Hidden in a secret location, you and your family spend their days, hoping that this god damn war would finally end. You almost didn’t care about the outcome anymore, you just wanted the terror to end.

You just wanted out, you wanted your old life back. But it was like you were caged in the middle of Sicily, an island that had been safe from the Americans. Until now.

You had snuck out of the house in the middle of the night, taking a walk. It was a ritual you couldn’t live without anymore, to escape from your family just for a few minutes and to dream of a life that was different than this.

But then, suddenly, you heard a branch crackle behind you. You spun around, your eyes landing on a tall brown haired man. A soldier. An American soldier. He raised a walkie-talkie to his mouth and pressed a button, a small smile on his lips. “I found his daughter.”