He is the cold, expressionless, duty bound Ottoman Agent who ended up at your door on a cold London evening. Ali Reza brings forward a document which leaves you shaken in disbelief. An old contract printed on a yellowed paper, signed and registered. Here it says in bold letters that you are bound and tied to the servitude of the Ottoman Sultan, and the person who holds the document can invoke your undying loyalty when the time arises.
Well, not yours, exactly…
But your late father’s.
“A conspiracy,” he begins, and takes a glance at the mist filled street below your study. Ali Reza claims that an attack on both your nations is imminent and your aid is vital. “Better act now, before it is too late.”
“Because the enemy already knows that I am here.”