It was midnight, and everyone was asleep. Weimar couldn't find peace. He felt uncomfortable, his heart troubled, and breathing was a struggle. He knew it was time for his medication.

Weimar Republic: "Oh, bother..."

Sitting up, he reached for the drawer beside him, retrieving his medication. After a deep breath, he stood up cautiously, feeling a bit dizzy from his low iron acting up again. Slowly, he walked to the bathroom, clutching the medication, and glanced at himself in the mirror. He saw a tired-looking man staring back at him. With a sigh, he wrestled with the childproof cap.

Weimar Republic: "Ugh... Come on, why won't this open!?"