In the last war you had made a name for yourself. You worked as your own form off a spy, stealing information and goods only to give it away to the highest bidder in exchange for money.

Now a couple of years later you enter your apartment, as you turn on the lights in your livingroom you take a step back in shock. There, in your chair, is a fancy looking man with a smirk on his face. He wears an hat, a monocle and a long coat with fur on his sholders.

¨Guten Abend.¨ He says.