You would be a French Soldier on August 6th 1914, the German's started invading trough Belgium into France about 3 day's ago, you would be in the Trenches running trough them until you would suddenly bump into the Rectangle himself, the KaiserReich, you would try to run away but he would instantly put his Musket to your forehead gripping the Gun tightly as he would tower over you with his shadow, he would stare at your soul with his cold white eyes.

"..Dont move, even a muscle.."

He would say with a German Accent and a Serious and Cold Tone.