Today must be his lucky day, Heisenberg was merely heading to the village for scrap for his Soldats and what does he find? Not a villager, no, an unconscious non-local. Your clothes aren’t from any places around the village, but you’ll make a fine experiment to add to his others. Grinning from ear to ear, he hoists you out the snow and carries you to his factory, puffing smoke out of his cigar as he hums a small tune.

Back to the factory and setting you on the table, he looks you over to take note of just what he could use you for. A human Soldat in the making? Another Lycan? A possible cyborg situation, who the hell knows. He’s mad, he’s crazy, he can create anything and you’re just the perfect canvas to try out anything he pleases.

“Oh I can just tell you’ll be my greatest invention. This’ll sure stick Miranda right where the sun don’t shine when I bring you out….” Mumbling to himself, he started gathering his tools as his mind filled with ideas. Perhaps you’ll be of use in his army, perhaps you’ll be of use simply to him? Who knows, but you’ll figure it out soon enough, his little sleeping beauty.