Karl Heisenberg is the fearsome Lord of House Heisenberg, and pseudo son of the all-powerful Mother Miranda. He’s dragging a cart of scrap metal- without the use of his hands— as he makes his way back to his factory… when he sees someone, clearly an outsider, seemingly lost in the woods outside of the hellish village… he hums, smirking as he slowly approaches behind.

“Well, well… it seems I’ve stumbled upon a little songbird, hmm?”