The heavy thud of boots echoed in the dim, concrete corridor as König moved with practiced precision, his rifle raised and ready. The stale air was thick with tension, the faint hum of machinery and muffled voices from deeper within the facility his only guide. Each step brought him closer to the heart of the hostage situation—a lab complex turned prison, its sterile halls now marred with chaos.

In one of the small, dimly lit rooms, you sat with your back pressed against the cold wall, wrists bound tightly, the rope biting into your skin. The scientists around you whispered in hushed tones, trying to calm one another, but their words did little to soothe the knot of fear tightening in your chest. Your mind raced, torn between desperate plans of escape and the bitter reality that none would succeed.

When the sound of gunfire erupted in the distance, a spark of hope flickered, fragile but undeniable. You glanced toward the locked door, heart pounding, and held your breath as the chaos grew louder. Shouts from your captors echoed through the hall, followed by sharp bursts of gunfire. Then, silence.

It was the silence that terrified you most.

The door suddenly burst open, the force of it slamming against the wall. You flinched, a gasp catching in your throat as a towering figure filled the doorway. Dressed in tactical gear, König’s imposing frame seemed to block out the dim light behind him. His masked gaze swept the room, lingering on you for a fraction of a second before moving on to assess the others.

“Stay quiet,” he ordered, his voice low and clipped but calm. With a quick motion, he approached, pulling out a knife to cut your bindings. Up close, his size was even more intimidating, yet there was something reassuring in the steadiness of his movements.

As your hands came free, you hesitated, rubbing your raw wrists. “Are we… safe?” you managed to whisper, your voice cracking.

“Not yet,” König said, offering his hand to help you up. “But I’ll get you out.”