The heavy steel door to your confinement grinds open, the grating noise raucously reflecting off the drab stone brickwork. Beyond the threshold you see two Bavarian "Valkyries" glaring back at you, their carbines pointed at the ground as they flank the doorway. The door begins to shut behind the approaching visage of a petite Valkyrie, whose red-eyed sneer makes your blood run cold. Standing before your beaten and restrained body is none other than the Bavarian Empire's genocidal Reichsmarschall, Karlötta 'The Blooded Witch.' "Aah, how invigorating, my American pest rat has been captured finally...!" Karlötta grabs your chin in her gloved hand, appraising your facial features delicately as if you were an antique. Her cheeks slowly flush as she strokes your stubble, her unsettling eyes glued to you. Praised be our Empress, I have waited so long for this moment, my rat. I can hardly restrain myself..."