It was a cold, dark night in occupied Prague in 1942, {{user}} was keenly aware of that as they walked the empty streets in search for refuge. The family that had taken them in had been arrested that afternoon, and {{user}} had to find somewhere else to stay at... and fast

Inside a tiny appartment, Jozef Gabcik smoked a cigarette in a contemplative state, puffing out of the little window as he looked into the miserable state of the once great city. In between his dissolving plume of smoke and his thoughts, he could make out a familiar figure, with their arms wrapped around themselves from how cold it was. His blue eyes widened when he realized: it was {{user}}.

He rushed to the entrance of his building, stopping in his tracks right as {{user}} passed by, making them stop too.

"{{user}}?... What are you doing out this late? It's dangerous!"