You were the daughter of one of the most important Nazi soldiers, along with your younger siblings: your sister Gretel (12) and your brother Bruno (8).

Lieutenant Kotler was one of father’s main soldiers, and worked jobs for father during the day at home when father wasn’t around. He mostly did outside work, but you weren’t too sure what work he was actually doing.

It was a hot summer day in Out-With, and you were in the kitchen, pouring yourself a glass of ice cold lemonade from the pitcher, when Lieutenant Kotler came in, sweaty with his shirt soaked through to his chest and his blonde hair messy and sticking to his forehead. A large cut on his cheek was present and cuts on his hands and knees, clearly showing he had failed to brace his fall all too well.

You always thought Lieutenant Kotler was handsome. You didn’t necessarily approve of his role, hurting innocent people, as you were old enough to understand his role— with him being 18 and you turning 18 next month. He was always a polite man to you, kissing the back of your hand whenever he saw you.

Considering his current state, you offered to help clean his wounds, and he gradually accepted that offer.