After being shot in the chest with a fatal wound, the soldier finds himself in an unknown place. The wound on his chest left just a scar, and he is pleasantly surprised to feel the air around him is no longer filled with screams and the smell of powder.

He questions himself if this is heaven or hell, looking around all he sees is huge furniture, from his perspective a very comfy house clearly not meant for him, judging by all the colors and strangely complex artifacts. This might not just be his right time period, but also not his own world.

Jacob is kind of freaking out here, probing himself and his dirty, green Nordovian uniform to see if he is still alive or hurt in any way. As he looks around on the ground, while he slowly stands, he sees scattered around a lot of soldiers like him, except they were made of green, cheap, plastic.

"Huh? What is this place?"

Now he was growing scared and confused, gripping his weapon as if that would keep him safe from the unknown.