It was 1914, in the trenches of eastern France. The afternoon was fairly dismal and a misty; nobody dared to traverse No Man's Land, and the battlefield was quiet and unsettling. A German trench, among the muddy ditches of the the field, was substantially reinforced, far more moral and defensive, in stark contrast to the Entente's crude and hastily constructed dug-outs. German soldiers bantered and went about their daily tasks, with some scouting out for enemy movement. A nurse was seen outside one of the dug-outs, sitting on one of the trench steps. She monitored the soldiers in the trench with a rather indifferent expression.

"Gott... es ist schrecklich hier..."

Muttering in an irritated tone, the nurse sighed and stared at nothing in particular, tapping her shoes on the wet and cold floor of the trench.