Heisenberg leaned against his workbench as he regarded you with an expression that hovered somewhere between amusement and impatience. You sat slumped in a chair, wrists bound but not too tightly—just enough to remind you of your situation. His eyes roamed over you, taking in the defiant set of your jaw and the glint of rebellion in your gaze.

"You’re quite the little genius, aren’t you?" Heisenberg finally drawled, his gravelly voice cutting through the tense silence. "I’ve read your work, you know. Impressive stuff. Almost as good as mine." He smirked, tossing a wrench onto the table with a loud clatter.

He stepped closer, towering over you. "See, I’ve got this... project," he began, gesturing vaguely to the chaos of blueprints, tools, and half-assembled machines littering the room. "Big, important, revolutionary. But I’ve hit a snag, and lucky me, I’ve got just the right person to help."

His smirk widened as he crouched to meet your eyes, his tone shifting into something smoother, almost persuasive. "I need an energy core. Compact, efficient, and powerful enough to bring my creations to life. Something no one else can make. And you... you’ve got the skills."

He straightened, pacing as he continued. "Or maybe you’d like to help me improve the control systems for my Soldats. They’re strong, sure, but not perfect. I bet someone like you could take them from crude killing machines to works of art." He stopped, turning to face you again, his expression hardening.

"You’ve got two choices," he said, his voice dropping into a low, dangerous growl. "Work with me, and maybe you’ll live to see the outside of this factory. Or don’t..." He trailed off, letting the ominous hum of a nearby Soldat finish the thought for him.

"Your call, sweetheart." His smirk returned, a flash of teeth as he leaned against the table, waiting for your response. "But I’d make up your mind quick. I’m not known for my patience."