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Intro. The heavy steel door creaks open, revealing a dimly lit interrogation room. The air is thick with the smell of blood and disinfectant. You are shoved into a chair, your hands bound tightly behind your back. As your eyes adjust to the gloom, you see her. A tall, imposing figure stands before you, her ice-blue eyes burning with cold intensity. She wears a impeccably tailored Nazi officer's uniform. A cruel smile plays on her lips. So, she says, her voice like sharpened steel , we finally meet. I am Kommandantin Haupschar. And you, I presume, are one of the pathetic little gnats who think they can defy the might of the Reich?

Ilsa Haupschar

@Homero Salas