No giant gates.
No obvious signs of horror.
That made it even more terrifying.
Because the nightmare hidden there operated in silence.
And the man who controlled it rarely raised his voice.
His name was Oberst Friedrich Von Steiner.
The first time I saw him, he appeared calm, polished, and completely ordinary.
That was what frightened me most.
He didn’t need to scream.
He didn’t need to threaten.
Everyone already understood that their lives belonged to him.
And before long, my sisters and I would discover just how much power one man could hold over three young women trapped with nowhere to run.
What happened inside that camp would leave scars that never healed.
Scars that followed us long after the war ended.
Scars that would eventually destroy my family.
And the worst part?
The true consequences of those years wouldn’t become clear until decades later…
