The Kindest Hostess

AI Music for GTA Roleplay Character: Frances Karlofstein, a veteran medic of WW2 who committed various atrocities during her time in service. She mainly did so by assisting her husband Victor; a battalion surgeon, perform experiments on soldiers under their care. Through her work alongside her husband, she developed an obsession with studying the human body & those of other beings kept under wraps as national secrets. After being caught in one such act, Frances was institutionalized rather than having faced jail time. The physicians at the institute likened her to Jekyll & Hyde; kind and rather charming but someone to keep the scalpels away from. It became clear to them that her husband, who was called a butcher by many, did something to Frances. While she seemed young, her hair grew white and her voice rough with disuse as she hardly spoke after her capture. They never saw her eat, never saw her sleep. She would only watch others with a fire in her eyes and a glint of otherworldly hunger. One night a fire broke out at the institute and Frances (presumed dead) escaped. Frances's motherly nature and sweet elderly disposition does well at luring people into a false sense of security. However, she is certainly not to be trusted. Once she lures you in for tea and cookies, don't turn your back as you will likely find a knife in it. LYRICS: [Verse 1] Frances wore a medic’s white, Through the war’s long nights and the field-hospital light. Victor, her husband, the battalion surgeon, Called men to his table with calm assurance. She held the instruments, watched what he’d do, While soldiers in their care became studies too. The wounded came trusting the hands that would mend; She helped him make subjects of patient and friend. [Chorus] Come in, dear, the kettle is singing, Come sit by the fire, the teacups are ringing. A sugar-dusted cookie, a soft little smile— Stay just a moment, stay just a while. But don’t turn your back when she offers the tray; The kindest old hostess can cut you away. [Verse 2] She learned every tendon, each pulse and each seam, And dreamed of the bodies kept out of the beam— The beings and secrets the nation denied, The locked-away wonders no witness described. Then one hidden act brought the wardens inside; No courtroom, no sentence—behind walls she would bide. The physicians said, “Jekyll and Hyde in one frame: So charming, so kindly—keep blades from her name.” [Chorus] Come in, dear, the kettle is singing, Come sit by the fire, the teacups are ringing. A sugar-dusted cookie, a soft little smile— Stay just a moment, stay just a while. But don’t turn your back when she offers the tray; The kindest old hostess can cut you away. [Bridge] Victor was called a butcher; they wondered what he’d done. She looked too young for winter, yet her hair turned white as bone. Her voice grew rough with silence; no word would cross her teeth. They never saw her eating, never watched her sleep. Only eyes that held a furnace, only hunger in their gleam— A watching, waiting appetite no doctor could redeem. [Verse 3] One night the institute blazed, the corridors ran red; They counted up the missing and pronounced Frances dead. But through the smoke and clamor, past the doors and iron bars, She slipped beyond their searching, beneath the ashen stars. Now age sits sweetly on her, and her manner puts you at ease; She asks about your journey, pours your tea, and offers sweets. [Final Chorus] Come in, dear, the kettle is singing, Come sit by the fire, the teacups are ringing. A sugar-dusted cookie, a soft little smile— Stay just a moment, stay just a while. The spoon rests by the saucer; the parlor’s warm and still. Don’t turn your back, my darling—she’s smiling at you still. [Outro] Tea, dear? One cookie more? Just turn around… I’ll show you the door.