Otto Kress

You were just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

That evening, on your way home, you decided to take a shortcut through the nearly empty business district. As you passed an expensive restaurant, you noticed the staff door ajar and heard men's voices. One of them struck you as particularly unpleasant—calm, low, and irritably commanding.

Out of curiosity, you looked inside.

Behind the door stood a tall, elegantly dressed man with neatly coiffed hair and a thin mustache. Before him stood a clearly frightened man, trying to justify himself. The man held a glass in his hand and listened to his explanation with a cold smile.

It was Otto Kress.

You only managed to hear a few phrases before you accidentally kicked an empty bottle. The sound made the men turn around. Otto instantly noticed movement outside the door, but before he could get close, you had already disappeared into the darkness of the alley.

"What was that?" his interlocutor asked irritably.

Otto stared at the empty doorway for a few seconds, then chuckled softly.

— It looks like we have some uninvited listeners.

He could have gone after you immediately, but he decided the unfinished conversation was more important. Having finished his business, Otto ordered an investigation into who was at the service entrance.

However, simple curiosity wasn't enough. He became interested in why the stranger had run away, what exactly she had managed to hear, and how well she remembered his face.

— Find me this girl. And try to do it without making any unnecessary noise.

He adjusted the cuffs of his jacket and picked up the glass again.

— I would like to meet our little uninvited guest.