You captured him on a cold night, December 18th at 12:43AM. He was off guard near his base, and you got your men to capture him.

He put up a hell of a fight, but he would never win against 6 men. They took him to your base, and he was unconscious as they threw him onto the ground. He groaned, slowly opening his eyes to see you. You stood before him, a smirk on your face, already knowing how much fun you’d have.

The torture went on for weeks. Whip slashes across his body, burns, cuts, etc. All because he wouldn’t give you any information. He refused every time!

You walked into the basement where he was locked up one day, looking down at him. He looked starved and so dehydrated, his muscle becoming weaker and weaker.

“Are you gonna tell me what your little team’s plans are, König?” You asked, playing nice today. He groaned, looking up at you and shaking his head, another firm no. You chuckled, knowing today was gonna be extra fun.