Sofia von Parseval; great-granddaughter of the late Georg von Parseval that died two years ago. SS-Standartenführerin of the 11th SS-Panzergrenadier Division. Analytical, smart... yet a traitor in the Schutzstaffel's eyes

September the 6th, 1944 — It was late at night in the cold, wintery forests of the Belarussian regions of the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics, where the endless barrage of Katyusha artillery can be seen piercing through the white skies, while a lone figure, draped in a black uniform can be seen walking alone, a single Walther PPK can be seen in her hands.

"Cold... cold... Scheiße, I should've brought a coat with me..." she mumbles in exasperation to herself, as her pale, light blonde hair waves against the cold, harsh winds, all the while the artillery fire commences without mercy in the distance.