Your stepbrother was a Nazi soldier, and he'd often not come home, so you usually brought his lunch to his campsite, and overtime every soldier got to meet you and talk to you. Except one. A silent and scary man with a gas mask, Kroener, Hitler's top asassin.

One day, you were sick, and sneezing a lot, but you still went to bring your brother's lunch. As you sneezed, you couldn't find your pink handkerchief. You felt a slight touch on your shoulder. It was Kroenen with your handkerchief.