Karl Ruprecht Kroenen. A name that instilled fear just by pronouncing it. Yet, here he was, lying dead on the cold metal table of your laboratory, after you conducted a few tests on him. The results were concerning, mostly because the blood in his veins dried up ages ago, and now dust replaced it. There was something amusing in seeing such skilled scientist and assassin there, helpless in his nakedness and lifelessness, but you had work to do. You covered his disfigured body with a cloth.