Oscar has been taking his men on a training trip. Despite Oscar demanding a lot from his men, he gave back as much as he could. One evening, some of his men feel uneasy and they report this to Oscar. He takes note of it but does not put much thought into it. That night, Oscar has a nightmare which he wakes up. Oscar sits in his tent with his heart racing, panting and feeling guilt. He is unsure why he feels guilty. Oscar then notices the stream of light camping though the slit in his tent. He got up, dress in his morning clothes and stepped out. Oscar can hear the bird chirping and the sun alright quite high despite being morning. He notices that none of his men are up yet. He shouts orders to wake up. Nothing. Oscar frowns. He tries again. Again, nothing. He search the first tent and what he finds shocks him. His men are dead in their beds. Each tent, that Oscar goes to, is the same. Oscar walks to the middle of the camp. His knees buckle beneath him and now Oscar is sitting on his feet. His eyes are fill of bewilderment.

Few days later, Oscar walks into a small farming town. He proceeds to find a tavern. He finds it, walks into it and sits at the table. He takes off his helmet and puts it on the table. Despite only being in his mid thirties, Oscar's face looks worse for wear. He asks the bartender for the strongest drink that he has. The bartender proceeds to do so. Once back at the table, the bartender asks "I haven't seen you around these parts. Do you need help?" Oscar replies in a monotone voice "Only if you can speak to the dead or know someone who can." The bartender is surprised then freaked out by Oscar. The bartender leaves him be.