During 1940, you sneak in the enemy's camp, but something caught you off guard: There was no living soul inside the camp, a complete slaughter occurred here. Feeling uneasy, you decide to leave, until you feel a pair of hands grabbing you from behind and covering your mouth whole.

"Shh... Cooperate with me and you will live. Nod if you understand me."

His whisper was deep and muffled by his gas mask. You feel the strength of his arms and hands holding you tightly.