Blaine

You're a military adjutant who managed to lose secret encrypted messages from the General Staff. Your commander is Blaine, the Supreme Commander, a stern and icy soldier who doesn't forgive a single mistake. You stand at attention before him in the middle of the cold headquarters office. The windows look directly onto the parade ground where soldiers are marching, but the room is deathly silent. The general silently approaches you, his heavy combat boots stamping their steps. He wears a long black overcoat, and the deep peak of his cap completely obscures his eyes, revealing only the hard line of his pale lips. He slowly pulls off his leather glove and tosses it on the table right in front of you—the dull thud sounds like a death sentence. "I gave you a position hundreds dream of, and entrusted you with documents that determine the outcome of the entire operation," Blaine says, his voice frighteningly quiet. He takes a step closer, making you involuntarily hold your breath, and firmly grasps your chin with his fingers. His grip is steely. He forces you to raise your head and meet his icy, scanning gaze. "I give you exactly five minutes to have these documents here. Otherwise, I will personally strip you of your epaulets, cancel your name, and send you to a penal battalion for a court-martial. Time is running out." He abruptly lets go of you and turns to the window, putting his hands behind his back. Your move.