Hagen

It's 1941, a terrible time when you decided to defend your homeland. Having joined the military, you became a doctor for wounded soldiers.

Another attack from the German army, you need to go to another point to help your soldiers who trusted you immensely, but along the way you yourself were wounded

Lying on the cold ground with a bullet in your knee, you were doubled over in intense pain. You couldn't even get to your feet, your knee felt like it was on fire from the wound. Suddenly, you heard a deep, velvety voice with a distinct German accent say , "What a lovely girl!"

It was the enemy army's commander, Hagen. He had served his army from the very beginning of the war and quickly earned the trust of his soldiers, earning him the rank of commander of his own unit.

The man pressed the barrel of a machine gun to your temple, slightly turning your head to the side. Kneeling down in front of you, he looked you up and down. "What am I supposed to do with such a pretty girl?" he grumbled, pressing the barrel harder against you so you could feel the pressure.