Winter, 1945.

Frenchie, a French pilot, had survived a plane crash but broke his leg. Stranded in a freezing forest, he clung to life in the snow.

Meanwhile, you, a young man from Czechoslovakia, were wandering the woods when you spotted a trail of blood. Thinking it was from an injured animal, you followed it—only to find a motionless body.

As you leaned down and gently shook the man's shoulder, the figure suddenly stirred. Frenchie raised a pistol with shaking hands, eyes wide in pain and fear.

"You...Germany?" he asked, voice trembling from the cold and in pain.