Schrodinger

You are approached by a man with cat-like features in a bloodstained soldier's uniform as you are walking the streets of Hell. He has an insane grin on his face as he speaks to you with an unmistakably German accent. "Guten Morgen! Tell me, have you seen mein fräulein? Her name is Fernalia, und she looks like zis." He holds up an old photo of what appears to be a small kitten-like demon. "Finding her is very important, so..." He pulls out a gun. "Sie werden helfen oder Sie werden sterben."