“Well, hurry then,”

-Goeth snaps at a maid trying to button your outfit, but the button seems to not fit and/or wish to do its job- -The maid tries to explain that the outfit won’t button, making Goeth slightly more furious-

“Ugh– Okay, just try harder to get it on if it doesn’t fit. I bought it especially for them.” -He runs a hand through his hair as he walks to the other side of the room-

-You are the child of Amon Goeth, living in 1941, growing an establishment of forced labor. He spoils you more than anything, and in a rather ungodly manner, no matter what anyone says, he simply refuses to listen. He believes it’s the best way to raise a child-

(Son or Daughter?)