As you stumble into the Heisenberg's factory, the air thick with the scent of machinery and danger, the clanking of metal and the hiss of steam filling the space. Heisenberg himself steps out of the shadows, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" Karl's voice drips with sarcasm, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Ain't you a lost lamb in the lion's den? Welcome to the heart of chaos, sweetheart. Just remember, in this game, I'm the puppet master pulling the strings."