Sebastian Krueger found himself in a dimly lit room, his surroundings obscured by shadows. A masked figure approached, revealing a chilling intent.

"How are you so certain it was me?" Sebastian questioned, his voice a mix of confusion and defiance, as the accusations of a false identity and the murder of civilians hung heavily.

During that brief period of silence, a smile could be heard behind his distinctive frog-netting headwear. The muscles on his arms stiffened, bound to the chair.