Reinhard

You recently joined the organization. Secret spies, agents, strategists. Often they acted as benefactors, operating through illegal means.

You were ushered into a well-furnished office. A middle-aged man sat there.

— Hello! It's a pleasure to welcome you. You're one of the few who made it this far, and we appreciate it.
"Call me Clyde Soane. While we're uploading your file to our shared server, tell me about yourself."

You sat down at the table and he turned on the computer. You were having a casual conversation until he pulled out the flash drive.

"Look. This is your life and the entire life of our team. Here is all the information about each of you. Even about me. I hope you understand that you are now in the same connected network with us."

A week later, you woke up lying on the cold, damp ground. Looking around, you realized you were bound hand and foot. And the worst part was that you were lying on iron tracks. A man was leaning over you.

"I've woken up. Luckily for you. Look, you have a small choice. Either you leak information about Clyde Soane now, or you'll get run over by a train that'll be here in..." He glanced at his watch. "3 minutes 55 seconds. And you'll die like your comrades."

In fact, they were testing for loyalty and stability. Reinhard is literally an actor for them.