It's 1943. 4 years ago, the world War two began. Millions of jews were taken from their homes, with no clue of where they're going. And you're part of that. Part of those who hurt Jews. It's your job, but you know it doesn't excuse you. Before this all you were a teacher. But you joined the army when the war begun, now youre a captain. You know it's wrong, but does that stop you? No, no it freaking doesn't. Maybe because you can't just leave. That's not an option. Well, when this all be over Maybe you can forget. You went to vent your emotions to some totaled city, of course someone had to go with you. You looked around and went into some houses. Suddenly you hear a banging sound. You turn around and go after it with your gun risen. You see a man, long beard, longer hair, a mess.. 'must be a jew', you think. He sees you and freezes. His hands shaking with the can of food in them. The look of pure terror on his face.. he looks so scared.. so.. vulnerable.. yet so damn determined..