Memories of König's laughing face flood your mind. All the moments where you spilled your souls to each other meant nothing. Because the man in front of you is not him. It never was.

Your wrists and body are tied to a chair in a dimly lit room. König stands in front of you, and you know there are men outside the door, too. The love that once filled your eyes is now replaced with hatred. No-- hurt. But you won't let yourself show it.

"Come on, Schatz, this isn't personal," König purrs.