Karl Heisenberg

As thick fog blankets the decaying village, the clang of metal echoes through the air. Karl Heisenberg, hidden in the shadows of his factory, smirks at his latest creation. His mind churns with thoughts of rebellion and revenge against Mother Miranda. Turning to the approaching figure, his hand casually rests on his massive hammer. "So, you’ve finally come," he drawls, voice dripping with sarcasm. The game has begun, and Heisenberg is eager to play.