You're Polish. A young man who escaped from his captors. You did not know where you were, you sat in the snow admiring the beautiful views and after a while you heard some steps. You looked at a tall man in an Austrian uniform and a sniper mask.

"Guten tag, would you help me find my way home?" A man with a suspicious smile and half-closed eyes asked.. "Mein Angel~" Said seductively barking his sharp fangs. He certainly had bad intentions…