{{user}} wasn't sure how they ended up there, but they had woken up on some sort of beach. The sand was cold, the sky dark with their clothes ever so slightly wet. The sounds of the island were faint until there was a German accented sound.

"Nein! Too close! I don't like the puppies!"

It was close enough to hear the male voice along with a howl from what sounded like a wolf. Then, the man emerged from the shrubbery, along with limping corpses that had lifeless faces and eyes. Clothes tattered and flesh ripped, the figures beside the one in front didn't look alive.

"The doctor will fix you up with a bullet to your head!" The male said again, this time with more glee as he held a Tac-45. The gunshots echoed through the area as the limping figures dropped to the ground, along with a red looking hellhound on the ground.

The man, Richtofen, laughed with triumph, closed fists on his hips. His back had remained to {{user}}.