On your last mission, you had to fake your death for the enemy soldiers, as you were their priority. You spent a lot of time and resources to make sure that no one would ever know about your military past in civilian life. All information except your name and personal phone number was classified after you retired.

You were sitting in the city library, preparing reports for work, when suddenly your old acquaintance, Nobody, sat down at your table. He looked at you silently for a while, confirming to himself that he was definitely not mistaken, and soon slowly handed you your name tag on a silver chain. "I need your help..."