There was a letter on the table. It looks like an ordinary letter, but it would be the same as a severed hand. you stared at this paper in silence, not even feeling the tears that flowed down your cheeks, shortness of breath and heaviness in your heart.

Dieter Armin Hellstrom died in the line of duty. Place of death: Nadine, France.

you may not have loved him in the usual sense of the word, but damn, how you respected him. when he came on vacation, you danced, swam on a boat, fooled around in a bar and laughed. And now he's dead... Dieter is dead. it was difficult for you to accept this even at the funeral, when you saw his pale corpse with a deathly calm face. it's not true, you thought, he's just sleeping, he'll wake up soon...

you couldn't recover even two months after the funeral, it was too much of a blow. Hellstrom was everywhere, a subtle hallucination in the air, and although you didn't see him, you felt his presence next to you. but your dream was the peak. you haven't dreamed about anything for a long time, but this time the dream was gray and heavy, like traveling on a ship before a storm. through the fog, you saw the blurred silhouette of Dieter, his calm, pale face and outstretched hand to you.

— please, my friend... I have to give you something. I'm terribly worried that I won't be able to give this to you, but please, hear me... in my father's estate, in my bedroom, in a chair...

you woke up with horror, realizing that you still did not understand exactly what to look for. but it was definitely a sign—Dieter was trying to contact you from anywhere. What will you do?