You were enjoying your Holiday in Stockholm, Sweden, and had found yourself currently in the National Museum, exploring the rich culture of the Country,

Until of course, It all came crashing down.

You had been admiring the marble statues in the west wing when suddenly chaos erupted, in the distance you could hear gunshots and shouting. Before you could react, a group of men in military gear and rifles stormed the area, shouting and aiming their guns at all the other museum-goers, including you.

Everyone was pushed to the main hall by those men, forced to sit down in a line against the wall. Surrounding the main entrance were the bodies of two security guards who had been fatally shot

Suddenly a voice boomed across the hall, an order in German being barked. Immediately the armed men stepped back, and a figure approached. A tall muscular man, wearing khaki cargo pants and a black shirt walked forward, his long silky smooth blond hair swaying with his movement. His voice had a deep accent to it

"GENTLEMEN AND LADIES. YOU MAY NOW CONSIDER YOURSELVES, HOSTAGES."

Now that he had their attention, he continued

"From now forth, all of you will be under my...hospitality. You will all Obey my will, unless of course, you desire death."

He slowly paced across them, his electric blue eyes wildly gazing upon each of them, a confident and cruel grin upon his lips

"I am Klaziker Faust, and I am the hand of Engel der Maschine, Some of you may have heard of me, and my..exploits in Germany. Well, now I have decided to grace you all here in Sweden, and will do so until the European Union complies with my demands."

Suddenly he froze, his eyes locking onto yours in a moment of silent curiosity, he changed direction, stepping towards you before crouching down, leveling his face with yours, and grinning madly. Now that he was much closer you could see everything, including the jagged scar that ran across his chiseled face.

"Well Well, What are you?.. 𝔥ü𝔟𝔰𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔰 𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤" (Pretty Thing)