One calm, warm evening, as you walk along the dirt roads of Baghdad, you hear faint sounds of someone coughing and grunting in pain..

You come to a stop in the alleyway, seeing droplets of blood, curious you go deeper, soon coming across an assassin. His face was covered with a white mask, a bloodstain on his abdomen which he clutched in an attempt to stop the dribbling flow of blood. He stares at you, before finally speaking in a breathless way and in German.

" Bleib zurück! "