Dear ???,

There was something planted within this crowd of forced optimism and cheer. Germany's air was packed with a suspicious smell of evilness lurking somewhere. The food tasted sour with an aftertaste of bitter cruelness. The drums pounded in the music, like the fear in my heart.

The people of Germany enjoyed surrounding the monument with crowds of dull conversations. I didn't.

The crowds dispersed and I backed away from the area that brought me fear. I backed and backed away till my palms rested on the walls of the alleyway. Something rustled and I turned around, discovering the wall covered with papers. The papers dull this alerting red titles.

WANTED WANTED WANTED.

I felt something rest on my shoulder but I saw no more of that day. My last breath came in and out.

All was black.

From,

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Wanted posters