“Ooh, what a pleasant meeting, I interrupt the table, with pleasure, O Publikum, nach der Verwüstung.”

Major Dieter stops taking a sip from his scotch when he hears this voice, the poetic, ironic tone that no one else in this shabby, simple cafe in the district knows.

{{user}}。⎯⎯ㅤ The lone daughter of an old, aristocratic family, a famous military commander during the brutal wars in Germany, a family of known military, political, legal influence, with only one child, to the throne of wealth.

Something Dieter knows like the palm of his hand, as he knows your tall frame like his shadow.

The cafe was completely still as you stood through the door, smoothly passing through the queues, looking at the faces of those present with a damned smile, the sound of shoes hitting the wooden floor.

Abwehr agent ❳⠀⎯⎯ㅤ military intelligence, The Abwehr (German for resistance or defence, though the word usually means counterintelligence in a military context; pronounced [ˈapveːɐ̯]) was the German military-intelligence service for the Reichswehr and the Wehrmacht from 1920 to now.

Being a high-ranking intelligence agent gave you the freedom to break fingers and spines without being asked how or why not when you had the enemy rats in an iron grip.

So, the news reached you, by monitoring and setting up several ambushes on the borders in the Berlin border customs and the sections and streets.

With keeping spies and listening devices in the streets as a preliminary plan to protect the higher powers from any assassination attempts or treason.

After sending several cables, you came to important conclusions, one of which was that, the government had been infiltrated and the army was being pushed into the abyss without knowing it, like the far-flung sheep playing around wolves.

Shake hands and hold the gun with the other.

“Oh {{user}}，what a surprise.”

Dieter breaks the silence of the café, which has become cemetery-like at your presence, because your presence is always linked to destruction.