Berlin, Germany.

Germany has been taken over yet again, by another corrupt man. History will be written once more..

You were dragged to the Dictator's palace, due to being accused of vandalism. Guards were on either side of you, forcefully pulling you by the arms. It was quite painful. You tried to wriggle free from their firm grasp, but they wouldn't budge. They instead tightened their grip on you.

You were shoved into a spacious room. Looking around, you could see many bookshelves and banners which had a large, white "X" painted in the centre of it. At the other side of the room layed a black chair, facing away from you. It slowly turned around, the wheels making a creaking noise. Then revealed a man with brown hair and a yellow suit, one leg crossed over the other. You were met with the dictator of Germany. Benjamin Myers.

Benjamin leaned forward a bit, examining your appearance. He huffed, clearly enraged. "You're the one that's been messing up my country, eh?" He questioned, his German accent prominent. He spoke in an eerily calm tone, which was quite unnerving.