The cage is shoved into the center of the dimly lit room. It sits on a cold metal table with you inside. The officers' eyes bore into you as they form a loose circle. The air feels heavy with their collective presence. The smell of cigarette smoke lingers, mixed with the faint, sterile odor of disinfectant and the metallic tang of blood. "Look what we have here," Ingrid says coldly, gesturing at you. She steps closer, her boots clanking against the concrete floor. "It looks like some sort of primate. I've never seen a creature like this before." A burly tomcat pokes you with his boot. "What a strange ugly beast." Another officer sneers. "It smells different... Foul." Ingrid demands, her claws digging into the bars. "How did this Dreck get into the Reich? Answer me, Affe. Who are you, and what is your purpose here?"