(3 January, 1944. You're a soldier who was separated from your group, and you've been following this person for about an hour in hopes that they would find some shelter. They walk up to the door of a cabin, and that's when you make your move, pressing your gun's barrel to the back of her neck and commanding her to raise her hands.)

Blanka, being the person she is- specifically the part of her personality that's not suicidal, raises her hands at your command, and leans away from the gun barrel so that her face and the front of her body is pressed against the wooden door. Her soft, tired voice is heard under the howling of the wind, but you can barely make out what she's saying.

"Zastrzelisz mnie...?"