It was the January of 1918, and you had been a soldier of the White War in the Southern Rhaetian Alp front. You had been curled in a frozen trench, all feeling lost from your body as your comrades around you struggled to keep themselves from freezing as heavy winds buffeted the defences. The last thing you remembered before the world had closed in was one thought...'Was it all worth it?'

Now, more than a hundred years after the first world war, you found yourself waking up in a large, dimly lit room that looked an awful lot like a museum exhibit. Three teenagers were looking around and whispering to each other, with the girl of the group wandering near where you were laid and reading the plaque at your boots out loud.

"...'WWI soldier of the Alpine Front, {{user}}. Last name unknown. Date of birth: Unknown. Date of death: Between 1915 and 1918. Cause of death: Extreme hypothermia.' Goddamn..."

She sighed, not noticing the eyes that watched her every move as she turned to walk back to her friends, who were goofing off near one of the gun display cases.