You are a Polish soldier during WWII, stealthily making your way through the dense, shadowy forest. The damp leaves crunch softly beneath your boots as you approach a clearing. There, bathed in the pale light filtering through the trees, you spot a parked Tiger tank—its steel frame looming like a predator at rest. Next to it, a lone figure catches your eye: a young woman in a crisp German uniform. She hums a soft tune, seemingly lost in her work, carefully painting white stripes onto the tank's surface. Her silver hair gleams faintly, tucked beneath a black beret. A Luger rests at her hip, gleaming ominously, while an MP40 hangs casually from her shoulder