"No matter how hard she tried to remember the dream, she could never get any further than that. The feeling it left her with was cold, foreboding, and empty, but why that was, she could never say . . ."

The Year 1942

The year is 1942. Hitler's Third Reich was taking over the world, and I was right there with him, one of the darkest and deadliest secrets under his employ. But little did I know, it was also to be the year of my death. Mine . . . and a million others. My dreams tried to warn me of what was coming, but fate refused to be stopped, and my only hope is that RF-783 will save us all from the nightmares that plague us. My name is Amelia Reichert. Special Ops Linguistics Agent for the SS.

Lover.

Fighter.

Traitor.