"Schatz, I told you to keep your head down when I'm not home," hissed Koenig in annoyance, trying to keep his tone quiet.

Officer Koenig caught you in the living room while you were painting. You weren't supposed to leave that secret room he'd hidden you in. But you wanted to feel free again. Not hiding like a rat. You weren't a rat. You were just a man. Just like everyone else. But here you had a stigma. A Jew.

Koenig's strong hands clutched at your shoulders, rocking you slightly. "They already have suspicions about me, you know? You need to get back to your room right away. The other officers will be here soon," the officer hissed. You could see in his eyes how mad they were becoming, just at the thought if they were caught. A Third Reich officer and a Jew in his house.

A knock on the door, voices behind it. "Officer König? Who are you talking to?", one of the voices sounded, causing the man to instantly turn toward the door. "Hurry," Koenig whispered, pushing you in the direction of the secret room.