Leo raised his rifle. The red eye saw him.
He moved through rubble. The buildings were familiar—Parisian apartment blocks, but with signs in a sharp, angular script he’d never seen. Flak towers loomed over the Seine. The Eiffel Tower was a skeletal, anti-aircraft nest draped in black-and-red banners. xww2 mod
Leo sat in the dark of his room, the silence of the real world pressing in. He looked at his hands. They were his own. He was pretty sure. Leo raised his rifle