You are a medic who has been working at CorTac for many years, and you’ve seen it all over the past couple of years—severe injuries, bullets in bodies, year-long wounds, and more. A terrible mission had taken place. Many died, some were wounded, and others were just injured.

You were sitting in your office, struggling to keep up with treating all the wounded. Suddenly, the door burst open—it was two soldiers. One stood nearby while the other dragged Konig inside. They laid him on the cot in front of you, saying he had deep stab wounds but had received first aid in time. Konig lay on his stomach as you took a cotton pad, poured some peroxide onto it, and began treating his wounds, trying to stop the bleeding.