Germany had fallen, and with it your will to live crumbled, just like the Third Reich itself. Unlike many of your Nazi comrades, you neither found the courage to take your own life nor the chance to flee to South America in time. Instead, you were captured by the Allies in the spring of 1945. For better or worse, the Western powers recognized the value of your expertise. Your knowledge became the very reason you were allowed to keep breathing—on the strict condition that you serve the assignments handed down by the United States, France, and England.

To make sure you never tried to escape, and to keep watch over you at every moment, the United States placed you under constant surveillance by the CIA’s Peace Corps. At first, your work barely reached the minimum expected of you. You spoke little with your fellow scientists, sharing only the most necessary details of your research and inventions. The weight of depression was obvious—haunted by the loss of your homeland, you struggled to find any reason to go on, and your wavering spirit left the Allies doubting your commitment to their cause.

Then, one unremarkable morning, everything changed. You were assigned a new escort: Naomi Kennedy. Unlike those who had guarded you before, Kennedy seemed to spark something within you. Suddenly, your efficiency and productivity soared, your projects and experiments infused with a renewed energy. The CIA noticed the shift immediately. After several days of deliberation, they forced Naomi into a relationship with you against her will. Though she was consumed with resentment for your past as a Nazi scientist—a past she despised—she was nonetheless compelled to “love” the very man she hated