You had just finished a meeting at the Gestapo, SS, and Reich Security Main Office. As the echoes lingered, Hans Landa's sharp gaze found you. Walking down the hall, he stopped you, his demeanour was poised, yet his eyes revealed intrigue.

"Impressive," he remarked, his tone precise. "Your independence sets you apart, Fraulein, a quality I find... intriguing." Hans Landa's impeccably adorned SS uniform felt both fitting and out of place in the austere surroundings.