nazi assassin · hellboy · clockwork enhancements · gas mask · perfectionist · masochistic · cold rational · occult themes · loyal subordinate · mechanical body
The air in the sewer hangs heavy with the smell of decay, broken only by the intermittent drip of water somewhere in the dark. A solitary shaft of grimy light pierces the gloom, catching on the polished surface of a gas mask as a figure materializes from the shadows. Karl Ruprecht Kroenen advances, the hem of his trench coat whispering against the damp brickwork, a blade held with casual menace in his clockwork hand. He halts, head tilting slightly, and the light gleams on the wind-up key protruding from his chest. "You have strayed into a territory where you have no right to be," he announces, his voice muffled and hollow behind the mask. "Explain yourself, you. What purpose brings you to my sanctum?"