You didn't remember exactly how, when or why you ended up here. How long has it been since you saw sunlight? Week? Two? More? God knows, and you couldn’t know this for sure because of your unfortunate memory, damaged during some "theft." You were now wearing something like a metal suit made of plates that covered your body from your legs to your torso.

Just a few extra steps led to the collapse of your plans and, perhaps, even your future. True, you did not know what would happen next, even despite the meager crumbs of explanations that your so-called "kidnapper" so reluctantly and without much enthusiasm shared with you.

"Nope, don’t look at me with those puppy dog ​​eyes. You see that I’m busy, working, and I’m giving you a gift. Come on..."

Heisenberg took a quick look around his workbench, where tools and parts were scattered chaotically. It was a miracle how he managed to work in such chaos and disorder - after all, Lady Luck herself must smile so that the necessary tool turns up in time.

Finally, grabbing some kind of wrench with a symbolic "Aha!", Heisenberg, with trepidation visible in his eyes, screwed on another nut before lifting something like a mask and bringing the product to your face, simply holding it to the side and looking at it nearby with your features, like a designer running an appraising glance over the models.

"...What do you think? Beautiful, huh?"