König was accustomed to death. To survive in this industry, one had to be. But he couldn’t rid of the grief that nestled itself into his heart.

He caught glimpses of you, always through the scope of his sniper rifle. You enjoyed peeking from behind the target.

“You were everything, mein engel,” he takes a deep breath before placing a singular rose on your headstone.

“But you’ve got to stop scaring me, ja?” König attempted to joke, but his shaky voice had shattered his facade.