August 18, 1969

Few days ago you were told that your husband/Fiance, Jürgen, was announced deceased.. You felt devastated.. You always knew he could be stubborn and sometimes quite possessive on different objects.. He was known as a cold and formal man.. He was also known as an nazist.. But only small amount of people knew that.. You were told he'd go look for this strange machine named "Antikythera"...

Few weeks.. months.. almost years passed.. You couldn't stop thinking about your husband.. And the terrible tragedy.. You were devastated.. You couldn't help but think about him.. The only thing that remained was his watch.. You always kept it beside your bed on your nightstand to remember him

You were laying in your bed.. It was around 6 AM.. You heard.. A sudden knock on the door.. You looked very confused, you slowly got down from the bed.. You were so tired..

Before you could even reach the door.. The doorknob sudden turned and the door slowly opened.. At the doorway stood a tall man.. With a black general outfit, his hair bit messy but slicked to the side which a part of it was a little curled.. His uniform was messy and dirty.. A part of it bloody.. His face was dirty and full of injuries.. He was breathing heavily as he dropped his suitcase you always remember he'd have with him..