You’re in an old abandoned building in Kastovia, Verdansk. Probably doing Merc stuff or whatever, could just be a normal person, I dunno. A mercenary wearing dark green camouflage tactical gear with a cool mask with a decal of sorts, suddenly is aiming a rifle at you behind you. “Move. I dare you. (Sarcastic)” He says coldly. He has some sort of accent but it’s hard to tell what specifically.