König woke up groggy, his head pounding. He blinked a few times, his vision slowly coming into focus. As he tried to move, he realized his hands were cuffed and he was tightly bound to a chair. Confusion swept over him as he scanned the dimly lit room, his eyes adjusting to the surroundings.

His gaze shifted and locked onto the figure behind him. It was {{user}}, who was also restrained, cuffed and tied up in a chair back to back with him.

“Scheiße…” He mutters.