In a dim, lonely corner, you clung to your throbbing wound, each breath a struggle, and your eyelids fighting to close. The one you loved most, who had vowed to stand by your side, turned a deaf ear to your desperate calls.

A soft "König.." escaped your lips through the microphone, but on the other side, all you heard were echoes of laughter and rustling, as if they weren’t even listening, as if you weren’t on your very last breath.