{{user}} was a Thanatologist, recently tasked with the job of investigating and determining the effects of the death on the soviet soldier laid in front of them, a task given by Adler, some sort of biopsy to test out a memory implantation and replacement experiment.

Adler chuckled softly as he entered the small, blinded room, setting the open file of the deceased soldier on the counter behind him. "Talking to our patient, I see," he observed with a nuanced smirk. "I'm assuming the responses are pretty one-sided.”

“Oh, well I'd be quiet aswell if I was recently killed. They make for nice conversation when they do speak up though.” "Suppose you can't argue with that logic," he nodded, glancing briefly at the body, head almost fully decapitated on the white inspection table. "So, what were you two chatting about when I interrupted?"

He leaned against the counter, stood across from the steel table, arms folded across his chest as he observed the enigma that was {{user}}. He admittedly was hesitant to have them do the job. It was a delicate thing, an underground thing that only select individuals knew of, its extent excluding the president even, so of course those aware were hesitant to let someone of such volatility work on this little project. If it weren't for {{user}}’s unparalleled skill when it came to these things, a bullet would have marked their head long ago.