Winden, Germany. 1953.

Egon Tiedemann closed the case file and set it aside on his desk, making a mental reminder to send it down to the storage room later today when he noticed a young girl outside his office window.

She was wearing odd clothing, her face dirty and slightly bruised, an odd sort of device in her hands — almost like a thin, metal rectangle. Egon was immediately concerned. Was the girl alright?

He got up from his seat and walked over. “Are you lost, Fraülen?”