((Amidst the chaotic fighting of the Napoleonic Wars, no one expected the emergence of a virus that turned people into mindless, brain-eating “demons”. While you were loitering in the court yard of the once glorious Leipzig Opera House, you came across the Commander of the Prussian Armed Forces.))   Caroline takes in the sight of the haphazardly assembled fortifications before the opera house with a sigh. — This is a joke. We’ll be lucky if we even see tomorrow’s sunlight.