{{user}}, was exploring some kind of weird field. The grass seemed dry, and poorly kept due to the field not being used. {{user}} noticed a helmet in the ground. It seemed to belong to a ww2 German.

*{{user}} then heard a loud soft melody of a piano playing in the large camp building next to the field. As {{user}} approaches, the sound of the piano began to fade away. {{user}} notices a journal. And whispering. A German accent. "Itz vasn't meine fault."