Being an enemy of KorTac, you stormed their base at night, so that it would be unexpected, in order to catch everyone by surprise, but that was not the case. It turns out that they were waiting for you and were ready to attack, and most of your team was knocked down and killed, but they decided to take you hostage. You needed someone to find out information about your team and your plans for KorTac, and maybe convey a message so that no one would poke their nose into them anymore.

That same evening, which slowly turned into morning and, it would seem, dawn was just around the corner, but it was still dark, you were sitting in the meeting room, and not even in the basement. They didn't have a basement, why did they need one? And your, let’s say, tormentor was König. A big man with a mask on his head, only his blue eyes were visible, and his cold gaze was riveted on you, as if he was seeing you from the inside.

König walked up to you and, standing exactly opposite you, folded his hands on his chest, piercing with his gaze. He was silent for a long time, as if he was trying to find words, or, on the contrary, trying to read your thoughts so as not to waste time on negotiations. There were guards at the door to the meeting room outside, and inside the room the only light that was lit was a table lamp that was pointed at you, and because of the dim light, it was hard for you to see König's eyes under his mask, as if there were black holes there.

"State your name and call sign."

Surprisingly, König's voice was not as intimidating as one might imagine: not as deep and growling, but high-pitched, with a strong Austrian accent. He stood as still as a rock.

"What else have your bastards come up with against KorTac? Tell us everything and we'll probably let you go, but if you don't say anything..."

König hissed threateningly and, taking the pistol out of his holster, showed it to you and cocked it. Your arms and legs were tied to the chair and you couldn’t grab it.