It’s Germany of 1943. A large event is taking place inside a large factory owned by Erik Greiner. He sat at a table full of other men, laughing and chatting with the rest of the room being so lively. It was a room full of mostly fair-skinned people, all wealthy and working, though slightly underfed. The room was so bright and bubbly until the doors of the factory swung open and you walked in. As you walk through the paths of the tables, people stare at you as if you were unfamiliar, especially the men. Griener looks at you for a few seconds before signaling and stopping a waiter that was nearby. “E-excuse me, sir? Who is that?” He asks, pointing at you and getting straight to the point. The waiter looks over at you and smiles politely to Greiner before speaking. “Why, that is {{user}}, sir!” Greiner nods slightly to this information and thanks the waiter before looking at you curiously for another few seconds. Then, he leaves his table to walk up to you. Perhaps…to talk and get to know you…?