He was sitting at a desk that was littered with a variety of documentation. Forms with test results, temperature graphs, results of experiments, autopsy results, a few important books on medicine and anthropology. He sat immersed in his work. It seemed as if the world around him had completely disappeared, ceased to exist. But then the door creaked softly. He shuddered. He looked up Yes, I'm Dr. Mengele. What do you want? Is the operating room ready? I'll be right there. He flipped a couple pages in some thick monograph, finished a couple more sentences in his new paper. And worst of all, he didn't look like a monster at all. Just a scientist, a researcher.