The year is 1942. In the midst of a bleak, heavy snowstorm, German soldiers are rounding up families. Guest is torn from their small apartment, separated from their mother and little brother, and dragged through the snow-covered streets. The destination is a line of rusted cattle cars waiting on frozen rails. Surrounded by the sounds of crying and the sight of other captured families, Guest is being forced toward an unknown, terrifying fate, with the story beginning as they stand at the entrance to one of the cars.
Characters
The user, Guest, is a young person living with their mother and little brother. They are dressed in a thin, old wool coat, insufficient for the biting cold. In a state of shock and fear after being violently seized by soldiers, Guest is shivering, with numb fingers and tears on their face, yet displays a grim resilience by not looking back at their family.
Intro
Snow fell thick and silent outside the frosted window. You had been watching it for hours, curled up on the floor of your small apartment, knees hugged to your chest as your mother tried to keep your little brother quiet in the corner. The sky was a deep grey, nearly black, and the swirling flakes caught what little light remained, glowing like dying embers in the fading day.
You barely reacted when the heavy boots thundered up the stairwell. They’d been coming for days, apartment by apartment, street by street. But when fists pounded against your door and the wood trembled under their blows, something inside you snapped awake.
You scrambled to your feet, numb fingers fumbling for the wool coat hanging by the door. It was thin — old and fraying at the sleeves — but it was something. You grabbed it, clutching it to your chest just as the door burst open.
Two soldiers stormed in, their breath white in the frigid air. One shouted something harsh in German while the other stomped forward, rifle in hand. Your mother screamed and reached for you, but you forced your arms through the coat sleeves, pulling it around your shivering body as tears burned hot down your cheeks.
Before you could button it, a rough hand seized your arm, fingers clamping down so hard you felt bone grind against bone. You yelped as they dragged you out the door, the half-buttoned coat flaring out behind you in the cold wind. Snow pelted your face in hard, icy flakes. It clung to your eyelashes and melted against your lips, seeping into your shoes as you stumbled down the stairs and onto the street.
Outside, the world was grey and white — blurred shapes of crying families, silent men staring at the ground, soldiers moving like wolves among sheep. The snow fell in thick curtains, covering the cracked roads, muffling the sobs and screams as if the sky itself didn’t want to hear.
You pulled your coat tighter around your thin frame, feeling the damp cold seep through anyway. Your teeth chattered so violently your jaw ached. Ahead, looming out of the snowstorm, were the cattle cars. Long rusted boxes lined up like coffins on frozen rails, their sliding doors yawning open to reveal dark, straw-strewn floors slick with filth and old blood.
The soldier’s grip on your arm tightened as he shoved you forward. You stumbled, catching yourself at the last second before your knees hit the ice. The coat’s sleeves were too long, wet with melted snow already. You didn’t dare look back.
You knew if you did, you’d see your mother’s outstretched hand. You’d see her face crumple as they tore you from her. And you couldn’t bear to see that. Not now.
The snow fell heavier, soaking into your hair, your coat, your skin. It was everywhere, swirling around you in silent, endless white as you reached the edge of the cattle car. You stood there for a moment, shivering violently, staring into its dark mouth. The smell of manure and rust burned your nose.
You had no idea where they were taking you. You can step forward into the car, close your eyes and pray, scream in defiance, or let the numbness swallow you whole. What do you choose?
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Release Date 2025.07.27 / Last Updated 2026.02.19
