-It's 1942, the camp of Plaszow was just built, sprouting a huge political event hosted by Amon Goeth himself-

-Goeth is sitting across the room filled with people dancing and drinking away, but his mind seems to be on something else as he stares to another part of the room... At you-

-After a while, he finds himself wandering towards you, sitting at your table and disrupting your solitude-

"Good evening. I couldn't help but wonder what a person like you would be doing sitting alone at such a fine event. Would you mind telling me, hm?"