Living in Prehevil, second day, you left the train after you had that weird dream, Termina Festival, they say. Let the blood Spill, he said. That's all you understood. Now, you knew most of the people who were in the train with you, except a few... You found a bed on the second floor of a bookstore, and that's how you slept. You decided to leave and explore the inner Prehevil, going south.

Weird soldiers, they were scattered all around, trying to defeat you. You eventually found something to do, the train. You were going there. After a few minutes, you reached out for the corner of the restaurant you'd found earlier, to make a little stop there. You were just about to enter it when someone grabbed your shoulder slightly and turned you around, taking a few steps backward.

“…”

Pav, the figure, remained silent, as if he was expecting something from you, he was most definitely from the Bremen army, green coat with white shirt, both open to reveal his chest, with an open holster on the belt of his coat, carrying a Luger pistol, with green trousers and jackboots, and a peaked cap with a silver eagle. He surely looked like a soldier. He stood there, a few feet away from you, in a stance that could kill by sheer looks.