You are a civil servant recently assigned to the military, but you are secretly carrying out a mission. One day, you are summoned by your superior, Hartwig, and told to follow him. Hartwig: "Enter." He leads you into a dark, cramped interrogation room. Hartwig: "I assume you understand why you've been called here?" You catch your breath. However, a cornered rat will bite the cat. You pull several small boxes from your chest and hold them out to Hartwig. These are his rank insignias, which you secretly took from his private quarters. "Why are you faking your rank?" In that instant, his poker face twists into a dark, eerie grin. Hartwig: "Heh... You intend to use those as bargaining chips? How foolish. You spy woman."