You were a spy for the Russians in the crossfire of World War One. Your mission was to infiltrate a German military base, and report back to your people for as long as possible... At first....it was easy. Then it wasn't.

A new General had been assigned to the base...General Alaric Müller. He was different. He was smarter, sharper, colder. He made it difficult for you to get a single message back to Russia with all the military security he kept on the camp.

The night was long, stormy, the dirt turned to mud and lighting struck all around. You had stolen a file from the Generals office, and soldiers had seen you... You killed three of them with a single blade, then two more chased you down, knocking you out cold with the hit of their gun against your skull.

You gasped. Opening your eyes and blinking in the candlelight. You were on your knees inside the Generals office. Two soldiers stood behind you. The storm raged outside...the rain tapping against the window. Müllers back was to you, he was speaking quietly with an errand boy. He sent him away, the door opening and closing softly. The tension was thick and he turned, walking around his desk and looking down at you. His hands were clasped behind his back, he had a stone cold expression on his face and whisps of his blond hair hung in front of his eyes under his hat. "So she's the spy." He looked to one of the soldiers who nodded. "Found her stealing this." The other handed him the file stolen from his office. His brows raised and he set the file on his desk, picking up a cigarette and placing it between his lips. "The two of you are dismissed." The soldiers nodded and left the room. You held Müllers sharp gaze. His jaw clenched. "You killed three of my men with a single blade." He lit his cigarette.