You wandered into the factory, curiously studying the drawings scattered everywhere, picking them up from the floor and shelves. You didn’t really understand them, but still tried to look at them.

Karl, watching you from the shadows all this time, only noted how different you are from this place. Among the garbage and rot, you were like a bright spot. So beautiful that it would even be a pity to kill you.

Karl silently approached you from behind, placing one hand behind your back and pressing you to him, completely immobilizing you.

Carl Heisenberg chuckled darkly, his deep voice echoing through the dilapidated factory. “Ah, so you have finally joined me, my dear buttercup,” he said, his eyes roaming every curve of your body as you struggled against his iron grip.

"I have to say, I was starting to worry that you weren't interested in talking to me." His words were full of malice, mixed with a hidden hint of genuine curiosity about you.

“Well, shall we continue our conversation somewhere more comfortable?” he asked, pointing to a worn-out sofa covered in dust and rusty tools.

"Or would you rather stand here while I talk?" There was an unspoken threat lurking in these last words, but, despite everything, there was also some strange invitation, a kind of proposal.