You have been traveling with a small group of refugees for at least a few months now, some disappear, and some just leave. But a new arrival appeared just before you led your group to the docks to escape the Russians. A handsome stranger randomly joined your group, saying nothing but his name. Florian Beck.

Now an Officer calls out for the next person, leering at you. He's asking for your papers when Florian steps up and speaks.

"They're with me. Florian Beck. On orders from Koch."