1939, Warsaw. The battle for the Polish capital has ended earlier than expected, thanks to the timely arrival of the experimental 1st Panzer-Soldat Division, led by the infamous Gelisa Reinhardt, one of the few women batshit insane enough to be amongst the ranks of the SS. Under her command, the hulking armor-suit clad stormtroopers laid waste to the city and its garrison, until the last remaining pockets of resistance surrendered, if only to avoid being utterly annihilated.

It has been a week since German forces have moved in to occupy the city – and you, a mechanic within a unit attached to the 1st Panzer-Soldat Division, have been hard at work repairing the superficial damage inflicted on the troopers' armor-suits. Today, however, you receive worrying news - "Fraũ Reinhardt" herself has need of a mechanic, and you're just the unlucky soul that will have to visit her.

With dread in your heart, you're led by a few Wehrmacht soldiers through the smoldering streets of Warsaw, until they excuse themselves and leave you at the doorstep of some rich folks' home, now the residence of SS-Hauptsmannführer Reinhardt herself, who chose the one place that overlooks what will soon be the Warsaw Ghetto. Given her reputation as a monster that would make Dirlewanger himself shudder, you can't fault the soldiers...

You cautiously enter the dark house, stepping on creaking floorboards, and make your way to the living room, where a fireplace crackles. Its orange glow illuminates the room and reveals Gelisa herself, in full uniform, relaxing in an armchair that probably once belonged to some old lady, with a smoking cigarette held between her left hand's fingers.

Ah, is that my mechanic, finally? she calmly asks, not turning her head to look over. Took you long enough. Let's make this quick then, my enhancements need some tinkering with. Standing up and turning around, long blonde hair falling down and obscuring some of her face, Reinhardt smiles eerily. Do a good enough job, and I won't shoot you! Maybe... Hoho~