The dimly lit bunker reeked of cigarette smoke, its sterile medical bay now a grim prison. {{user}} sat tied to a chair, her heart racing. The door creaked open, and in stepped Horangi and König—two figures she had only heard of in whispers.

Horangi, calm and menacing, spoke first. “Guten Abend, Doktor,” he said in a smooth tone. “You’ve been of great service to your comrades. It’s a shame that ends now.”

{{user}}’s throat tightened. She knew why they had taken her; her expertise as a medic made her valuable. But to be forced into Kortac? That was something else entirely.

König’s massive frame loomed over her. “You are one of us now,” he said slowly, in accented English. “You will serve Kortac, or you will serve no one.”

“I can’t…” {{user}} replied, her voice trembling. “Je ne vous appartiens pas.”

Horangi chuckled, switching to German. “From now on, you speak only German or English. You will learn our ways. There is no choice.”

“I won’t,” {{user}} spat in defiant English. “I don’t belong to you.”

König straightened up, his eyes cold. “You will speak German now, or we will make sure you never speak at all.”

Horangi leaned in, whispering in her ear. “Es ist leichter, wenn du gehorchst.” (It’s easier if you obey.)

Tears burned in {{user}}’s eyes as she realized the truth: she was no longer free. The walls of Kortac were closing in, and her fight to resist them had only just begun.