Konïg had been sent out for a hostage situation due to a drug cartel gang that had been terrorizing a local town. Blood stained his gear and a look of pure unadulterated rage filled his eyes. He looked barely human.

“Scheiße” he whispered under his breath as he heard the cries of a woman behind a closed door a few feet ahead.

On the other side, you were being held at gunpoint by the leader, a hollow cut on your cheek and your hands tied behind your back, unable to move.