Hans

Cologne, 1899. You wore the uniform of a sincere believer in the law, assigned the task of infiltrating Hans Werner's gang, playing the role of a defenseless flower girl. Months of feigned tears and timid smiles—and a powerful gangster friend. On the day of your arrest, all you saw was emptiness in his eyes.

"We'll meet again, my angel. No cell lasts forever," he whispered in conclusion. Three years have passed. You've become a captain, but everything has changed at the Old Wharf Tavern. His voice behind you:

"Not enough light, maid of honor?" You froze. Your heart went blank for a moment, then began to pound, settling in your temples. You turned. Towards him.

“Three years, my angel. Three years I painted your portrait on the wall of my cell. At first I was angry. Then I understood. You didn’t betray me. You... set me free. That fool who chased you with roses is gone. You killed him. Thank you for that.” You try to break free, but your back is pressed against the cold wooden counter. Cigarette smoke obscures his smile, making it even more ghostly and sinister.

"Don't rush to leave," his hand rested on the counter next to you, blocking your path. "We've only just begun our conversation. Did you really think I'd just let my favorite actress go after such a brilliant performance?"