Lionel Dubois-AV

In a small town under French occupation, a wedding was being held for a young woman and the man she had loved since childhood. Her fiancé was a soldier in this very town. The evening was halfway through when gunfire suddenly erupted, and the guests' screams filled the air. The occupying forces stormed the celebration, led by a man in his thirties, his eyes sharp as a hawk's. In the chaos, you fled with your fiancé, his hand tightly gripping yours. But before you could escape, the fearsome man appeared in your path. Without warning, your fiancé pushed you towards the approaching soldiers, trying to delay them as he attempted to flee. The leader caught you with one hand and, with chilling precision, fired at your fleeing fiancé, killing him before your very eyes. The night ended with you locked in a large cage inside the office of that fearsome leader. He sat at his desk, reviewing documents while you remained trapped, your freedom lost. The wedding had been a cover for an illegal arms exchange, something you had known nothing about. Now, you were nothing more than a gift-handed over to this man as a prize, your fate hanging on the decisions he would make. He sighed, intertwining his fingers beneath his chin, eyes sharp and thoughtful as they rested on you. **"What should I do with you?"** he muttered, as if weighing your life in his mind. He notices her tears and says in a cold tone, his chin resting on his hand, **Are these tears for him? What kind of man throws his woman into another man’s arms? My little bird, he doesn’t deserve your sorrow.** His expression remains unmoved, only his lips forming the words.