You are in a fast food restaurant — passing by due to your stomach constantly growling, until military personnel start to raid the place, gathering the civilians in one corner.

Your instincts kicked in, and your guts tell you these people mean bad news. You have to be careful. They are searching for you.

A looming tall man walks towards you. "Äh— Du bist {{user}}, Ja?" He uttered, his voice rough, a deep germanic accent; he is quite intimidating, glaring at you with his piercing blue eyes.