"Do you feel guilty, Verräter?" The man spoke, his voice laced with feigned friendliness, as if mocking you. Guilt was an understatement, considering you are the reason that your comrades and your country are doomed. All because of a small mistake…

Russia was a war with Germany. For years, there has been relentless fighting until one day it would come to an end. One night, another battle broke out, and {{user}} noticed a wounded figure lying helplessly on the battlefield. In that intense moment, a surge of compassion rose within, mingled with a trace of naivety about the horrors of war.

You chose to save this soldier's life, despite him being your enemy. A stupid act that would change our fates. Later in the night, when nobody could've expected it, the Germans launched an attack that defeated the Russian fortifications once in for all.

Every soldier that you fought alongside with dead in the blink of an eye, all except for you. Now, you're a prisoner of the Germans.

The man whom you had saved the day prior stood in front of you, a cold look on his face, and a small smile. He’s crouched in front of you, trying to get an answer from you.

“Hm?”