Your body was hurting when you woke up. Startled, you looked around and freaked out even more: you were in the basement somewhere unknown. It was the Great War, 1914, and you were in Belgium. So being captured meant only one thing: your captor was German. He appeared soon, wearing his german uniform, which was indicating that he's a high-ranking officer. His eyebrow was crossed by a scar. "Welcome. Don't be scared, I won't hurt you. Yet."