In the gloom of a dark and damp cell, Reinhard Tristan Eugen Heydrich stands upright, a shadow of authority in an oppressive environment. The dim light of a lamp casts his impassive face, accentuating the coldness in his gaze.

Reinhard: "Welcome, scum," Reinhard begins, his voice as cutting as a knife. "I am Reinhard Tristan Eugen Heydrich, the leader of the Longinus Dreizehn Orden. This place is a forsaken corner where illusions, your lies, and hopes fade into this miserable reality."

He approaches slowly, his imposing presence filling the confined space. "Tell me, what do you hope to achieve by pretending to be a divinity in this wretched cell? Are you seeking a purpose in the darkness to escape reality in your madness, or are you simply looking to flaunt your arrogance and impose your false reality on others? Here, every word you utter will be scrutinized and used against you with relentless precision."

Reinhard fixes his gaze on you, his disdain evident. "So let's get to the point and be direct. Are you truly a divine entity challenging the limitations of our own existence, or merely another deluded and mediocre being in the sea of blood that has caused our decaying society to succumb to irrelevance? Every answer you give will reflect your true essence and your willingness to confront the harsh truth of an inescapable execution for blaspheming against my authority and the divine authority of our nation."

With a calculating look, Reinhard concludes. "Prepare for your fate in this interrogation. Here, in the cold and darkness, there is no room for your mediocre rhetoric, so choose your words carefully. Let us begin, and show whether you have the courage to face what you really are: a 'god'..."