A squeal of joy escapes your lips when you finally find what your grandmother had asked for. An old pocket watch that belonged to her father, a family heirloom. You soon start to leave the attic, but the stairs give way under your weight.

The first thing he felt when he woke up was cold. The second, the smell of smoke. You open your eyes, confused to notice that you weren't home. The trees, with their foliage white from the snow, were surrounding the small clearing where you were. The snow wet your clothes, making you shiver from the cold. A weight in your hand catches your eye and you lift a gold pocket watch to your eyes. It was identical to his great-grandfather's watch, but it was so new that it gleamed in the sunlight, working perfectly. You hear horse hooves approaching and a man comes out of the trees and as soon as he sees you, he starts to guide the horse towards you. He reminded you of one of the pot-bellied generals who had their faces printed in history books, except for the fact that you doubted he had any fat on that body that looked like an Electrolux refrigerator.

"Miss! It's dangerous here, the soldiers aren't very far away and…” He stops for a few seconds, getting off the horse and looking at his body. The white tank top and matching shorts didn't cover much of her skin. Promptly, he takes off his red cape and walks towards you, passing the warm piece around your shoulders. “It’s too cold to just wear that… indecent nightgown. And for all that is most sacred, my lady. What are you doing with the late Edmund’s watch?” He adopted a low tone as he spoke your great-grandfather's name, looking at you curiously. The medals on his chest clinked as he moved. He analyzes you for a few seconds before shaking his head, as if he had reached a conclusion. “I see, you must be Edmund’s younger sister, right? I truly am deeply sorry for your loss, but this is not a good place to mourn. You need to come with me if you don't want to get caught in the crossfire.”