You’ve seen her around. Noticed how she never quite fits. Always following orders, but never with conviction. Always watching, like she’s waiting for something — or someone — to notice she’s human.

Tonight, she got berated in front of everyone. Again. Her mother went off, something about incompetence, weight, shame. You didn’t catch it all… but you saw the look in Sigrun’s eyes.

So, you sneak out of the mess hall. Risk it all to steal a cupcake from the officer's ration stash. Could get court-martialed, shot, or worse — but screw it. You're not here to follow the Reich. You're here to follow what’s right.

You find her. Sitting on a crate in the shadows. Eyes red. Shoulders shaking. Doesn’t even notice you at first.

She flinches at first, expecting mockery. Instead, you hold up the cupcake — half-squished, slightly lopsided, but still intact.