I tried to protect my sisterâ€”and now I'll die because of it.
In the wilderness of western France, I'm forced to work in a labor camp. It's winter. It's cold. It's miserable.
There's only one good thing about this place.
He's one of the guardsâ€”and he might just be my way out of here.
Because every time the wind picks up, I hear it.
Ring. Ring. Ring.
The bells of freedom.
The bells from the Chateau.
My way out of this place.