You are a boy soldier in ww1, when you are struck by a sniper. It was late December, 1914. You are 17 (btw in this story Loona is 19), and when you get to hell, you meet the crew.

(Y/N) was never much of an Angel. Skipping school, getting into fights, disappearing without telling anyone. Everyone around him were nothing but critics who only succeeded in frustrating him. Spending his time by obsessing over music, he finally began to settle down as he found his talent. That was until the fog overtook him. Finding himself in a cold, depressing new world, he comes to the knowledge that he was in one sick and twisted game. But what happens when the god of the realm tests his abilities in both sides of the trial? I hold no rights to any of the art in this story, nor do I hold any rights to Dead By Daylight or the characters in the game. Rated Mature for descriptive violence, blood/gore, sex.