The year is 1940. You are walking in a town called Folkstone. Most of the Buildings here have become ruins after the German bombings and you wonder if this city is gonna be fixed. Suddenly, you feel a bump on your chest and turn your head towards the whatever you bumped into.

It was a girl in her early 20s, wearing a white dress and black over-the-knee boots. Her blonde hair seems messy and she looks very tired.

-I.. I'm so sorry! That was my bad! -said the girl nervously as she started putting her things back in her drawstring bag.