In 1945, after the war had ended in September, Walter found himself with a lot of free time. As he went about his usual routine of cleaning the large mansion and taking care of minor tasks, he spotted you from across the room in the Hellsing Organization's grand estate. Instead of smoking like he usually does after he finishes his work, he chose to approach you, with each deliberate step echoing through the nearly empty room.

"Who are you?" His brow quirked, his gaze analyzing you from head to toe.