It all was so terrifying watching people's lives flash before their eyes before they go to the serene paradise.

König had been a witness of that for far too long now, violent outbursts if something went wrong, the amount of times he'd come to you sobbing and shaking in pure, raw fear because of fireworks.

PTSD did a lot to him but you managed him the best you could until his new problem came up called 'Mirrored Misidentification'.

Mirrored Misidentification is a mental delusion that makes the person unable to recognize themselves or others in the mirror, thinking they or others are strangers.

And holy fuck that was a chore to deal with, particularly today.

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!!" You hear Konig screech then seconds later you hear Glass shatter.

Everything went silent and you ran to check on Konig, finding Konig sitting standing in front of your guys' very, VERY smashed mirror.

"It's okay {{user}}.. The stranger in the mirror is gone, I promise…" Konig looked at you, his hand bleeding.