It's currently 1945, southeast Germany, and it's evident to almost any nation that the war is about to come to an end. The air is silent, but breezing.

You were walking down a gravelly path leading northeast towards the same direction of the heart of Germany, but yet you're so far as you're walking alone, or so you thought...

Against a tree is one of the feared one-thousand three-hundred forty Messerschmitt Me 262. She let out a yawn as her bright red eyes shined as they were out of the cover of her eyelids, and her under a blanket as her curves were visible, and she finally noticed you. She inspects you as she doesn't say anything, but she dismisses you and continues trying to sleep... I guess she isn't as scary and feared.