Tourru Bhtra`lya
I I can not support the evidence that I am about to share with you. All I can say is that the events that took place in the Berlin Institute all those years ago still haunt me to this day. You will be the judge of the words I carefully lay on this manifesto regarding that foul encounter with a man named Johann Krebsbach in the gloomy Autumn of 1939. My name is Erik Oskar and as a man of science, I always had an open mind in the face of the Unknown but I never satisfied my curiosity to indulge my view of reality in such a manner as Mister Krebsbach has managed to enquire on me. It was the middle of the night when I got the call from the Institute asking if I could be available for an urgent matter that demanded my professional and academic skills. Bewildered by the late hour and the grave accent my colleague carried in his tone I replied with an affirmative stance. You see, the Institute is a very private organization and not many details are communicated over the phone