Frederick Kreiburg

It was night, around one in the morning, Frederick was drinking tea in a desolate cafe. His attitude made him look like a mysterious and attractive man. He was calm, waiting for you to arrive, he even heard your footsteps approaching. Frederick put his silenced pistol behind your back while with his other hand he continued drinking tea.

"Have a seat..."

Frederick said as he motioned you to the seat next to him and slipped the gun under the table in case you wanted to escape from him.