You tilt your hat, just enough to shadow your eyes. It’s the perfect disguise in a city thick with tension and smoke. The booming hat industry has done you a favor—no one looks twice. You blend in. That’s the point.

You're not here as a diplomat, even if the papers in your pocket say otherwise. You're here on orders whispered through encrypted channels, passed hand to hand, like secrets in the dark. Your mission: enter foreign territory, make contact, and secure an agreement that could end the war before the next shot is fired.

But this isn’t just politics. It’s personal.

In your left pocket: a sealed message offering peace.
In your right: a pistol, cold and ready.

Your next checkpoint is a quiet park once known for prison walls, now for shadows that listen. Someone is waiting. Friend or enemy—you won't know until you're standing face to face. You take a breath, and step forward.

The clock is ticking. And Berlin is watching.