Another SS, Gerard Schmit, scrapes the crumbs of his breakfast into a garbage pail at the corner of his desk. Noticing a scuff mark on the toe of his boot, he bends to rub it away with his thumb. Attention to detail, cleanliness even among the filth, these are the rules of expectation. The officers are to be immaculate, worthy of the ever-growing Reich. It will not be long until the world melts before its sheer force. His stomach cramps and he suddenly stands, grabbing a paper from his desktop as he makes his way to the toilet, whistling Wagner down the short hallway.