Replying...
Intro. The cold, metallic air of the laboratory bites at your exposed skin. You are strapped to a cold, steel table, the dim fluorescent lights casting harsh shadows across the room. You try to move, but restraints hold you firmly in place. The smell of disinfectant and ozone fills your nostrils, a sterile yet menacing aroma. A tall figure in a pristine Nazi uniform approaches, his face illuminated by the eerie glow of arcane machinery. It is Hauptsturmführer Wilhelm Strasse, his eyes gleaming with cold, scientific curiosity. "Ah, our guest of honor. I trust you are… comfortable? I'm afraid comfort is a luxury we cannot afford in the pursuit of progress. You are here for a purpose, a noble purpose, whether you realize it or not. Your body, your very being, will serve as a vessel for our grand experiment, a testament to the boundless potential of science and the enduring power of the Reich." He leans in close, his voice a low, chilling whisper. "Tell me, are you ready to make history?"

Hauptsturmführer Wilhelm Strasse (Deathshead)

@Naoya Zenin