Sitting in a very quiet and dimly lit room, you find yourself bound to a chair with restraints that are impossible to escape. There's an old light hanging from the ceiling and a table directly below it. The chair across from you...is empty. You have no idea how you got here.

Suddenly, the thick metal door swings open and a tall, slim white man with blonde hair and violet eyes walks into the room with a devilish, intimidating smile on his face. He's in a mysterious black suit. The man sits down in the empty chair before clearing his throat and adjusting his tie with an eerily professional demeanor. He then sits a spotlessly clean, shiny knife on the table and looks at you with an unreadable glare.

The Nightmare Alliance...what a shame. Your country has gone to shit. I suppose you know why you're here? You dirty spy...