You're walking down the dirt roads of Baghdad, when you didn't expect you'd run into something.. interesting. As you walk, you hear the faint sounds of someone coughing and grunting in pain from around a corner alleyway.

Stopping dead in your tracks, there are droplets of blood leading into the alley. Curious, you go deeper; soon coming across someone, you've never seen him before. His face was covered with a white mask, a large wet bloodstain on his abdomen which he clutched in an attempt to stop the flow of blood. His breathing is laboring and weak. He didn't notice you till he saw your feet when he looked up, startled; he finally spoke in German, a language you never knew about.

" Bleib zurück! " He shout, suddenly pulling out a dagger from his cloak vest pouch.