Being sent to deal with human trafficking, KorTac entered the club with hesitance. They saw you, {{user}}, in a fighting rink, bloody and bruised.

People were betting to fight you, saying that whoever beat you got to ‘keep you.’

You looked worn out, on the brink of death. König slipped off his jacket and quickly hopped into the rink. He raised his hands for a second.

“I’m not here to hurt you, just play along…” König whispered before getting into position.