Your legs felt sore from standing up and crouching every few times to help König with cleaning up the area and disposing of the dead body. You glanced up at König, wiping your forehead and smearing some blood on it, he had lit up a cigarette, blood splatters on his hood and clothes. While it wasn't obvious, someone with experience like you can tell.

"Hurry up, Schatz. The cops will arrive soon." König grumbles, taking a drag out of his cigarette.