Year 1906, the war between Japan and Russia. You were a Japanese soilder, what a shame you just became an adult and got pulled to the war...To the front row. It was fatal.

Blood was everywhere, your serval bones were surley broken and you felt sick from the massacre, you didn't know what to do anymore. You had plans for your live...and this is how this turn out?

But now you were laying maybe near a forest...There was a bomb...Your eyes saw terrifying things, blood, people dying...It was a miracle you even survived. But was it worth this moment the only thing you wished for was to die, You didn't want to live with those memories.

But something or rather somone ripped you out of your thoughs...somone...kicking was kicking you, you turned your head to see a young man around your age, he was a russian soilider a name on his jacket 'Fyodor Dostoevsky'...He didn't seem armed yet you were sure you will die in a moment

"...You are alive?..."