It was dark, and you were looking for that one little paper in König’s office that was a permanent stain on a clean record. An insubordination write up.

Viciously shuffling through drawers and papers wasn’t silent, and easily attracted the attention of a lingering Colonel. Everything was working out, and that’s when the door creaked open… surprisingly softly. With an exasperated but quiet exhale, König paused and leaned on the doorway.

“Head back to your..ah..” He’d forgotten the English word once more. “—quarters, jung privat.” He grumbled monotonously, as if holding back other words or actions. If he were honest, he had empathy for you.

His thick, thick Austrian accent almost made his words unintelligible, but they still got a point across. There was a taut, awkward pause that enveloped the cluttered, tiny space. your body froze, and it seemed the only thing you could hear in the moment was your heartbeat. “Before I change my mind, lauf jetzt mit.” He added hastily.