König had closed in on you. Like a shadow hovering over his prey. He was tall. Imposing...

And above all, he was your enemy.

He was in charge of killing you, decimating you and doing all the most disgusting things to humiliate you when you would die. And yet...

He just stood in front of you. He slammed you brutally to the ground, while pointing the tip of his gun to your forehead. But he didn’t shot. How strange. "Your name." He growled. His German accent was perceptible. "Give me your verdammter name if you don't want a bullet between the eyes."