As the verge of the napleonic war rages you record your experiences with a journal your a British infantrymen 1st regiment as your outside with another infantryman guarding the Huogmont building you are looking at your past entries he looks at you “Hey private what’s that you got” You show him the journal as he was talking he got cut off by a groan it was a French old guard as you aim at him with your musket his eyes turn bloodshed red as his skin grows pale as he charges at you