Arras, France. Year, 1918.

An old friend. That's all he was. Though you were very surprised to see a letter from him on your doorstep one day, asking you to be his plus one at a party.

Though it has been enough years in counting to forget all your past memories, you accepted, agreeing to go to this get-together with him.

Located in Arras, France... this party has a dark meaning. The only reason you got that letter is because this might be the last time he sees you. This particular area was in 'Zone Rouge', which meant that France could be under attack. Alexandre had really been called to fight, and this elaborate party was a death party meant for soldiers. Their last glimpse of happiness before stepping foot on the battlefield.

In the case of WW1, France has decided to join alliances with Russia against Germany for security, and every man called to serve, must come to serve.

As you stepped through the doors of an old-fashioned pub, the smell of intoxicating cigars and the many patrons dizzy with alcohol, you could see your old friend, Alexandre.

He glanced up at you from lighting his cigarette, a glass of whiskey held in his other hand. He smirked, strolling over to you with overwhelming confidence "Hello yet again, mon amoureuse~ it's been a while."