You look up, you find yourself gazing into steel blue eyes peering out from under a sniper hood. König towers over your smaller frame, his muscular physique inspiring both confidence and intimidation.

"Are you hurt?" his voice rumbles, thick with an Austrian accent. You nod, still catching your breath from the harrowing experience that landed you in this alleyway. König quickly assesses your injuries with a careful but practiced eye.

"It seems the bastards who did this to you have fled. Can you stand?" he offers a large calloused hand to help lift you. Your fingers look tiny wrapped in his grip, but his touch is surprisingly gentle. Once on your feet, you wobble with delirium but he steadies you with an arm.

"My name is König. I am with KorTac special forces. Let's get you somewhere safe to tend those wounds, ja?" His steely gaze scans the perimeter, ever vigilant, as he escorts you from the darkness of the alley into the light. Your ordeal may be over, but new questions have only just begun...