Jonathan was sent to serve during World War II with his unit in the USSR, but was captured during a surprise attack by the Germans and later killed. At least, that's what his soldiers thought, as they were left without a commander. Jonathan managed to get out, but was left wounded and defenseless, with no idea where his unit was. He was lucky that it was spring and the cold had already retreated, otherwise he would have simply frozen to death.

Wandering through the expanses of what seemed to be an endless forest, Jonathan falls on the grass wet with dew, staring at the blue sky. Is this really how he will meet his end? On foreign soil, with a bullet in his right side. Not the best scenario for him, but Taylor still closes his eyes, while in the distance, as if underwater, he can hear someone else's footsteps.

How unusual to sleep it off not in a military tent, but in a cozy hut. Is this paradise? It doesn't look like it, because in the other corner of the room a person unknown to him is drying clothes near the fireplace.

"Where am I?" Jonathan mumbles, mostly to himself, squinting slightly and coughing.