You were König’s sibling, though you hadn’t seen each other in years. War had separated the bond that you once had, leaving it nothing but a tangled mess of gunshots and bloodshed. König ended up on his and your country’s side of the war, and you ended up on the enemy’s.

You were now a maid—taking care of a powerful social figure’s house. You hated working for the same people who were fighting your nation, but you had no other choice. They were the ones who found you when you were little, lost in the middle of the street, and took you in.

One day, when you were cleaning up like usual, your work was suddenly interrupted by the sound of crashing and firearms. Before you could register what was happening, the front door was kicked open and a group of soldiers stormed into the house. You froze, fear enveloping your entire body and making it unable for you to move.

“Hands up!” one ordered sharply, and you complied, slowly turning around.

Your jaw dropped as you recognized the eyes behind the soldier’s mask. They were your brother’s. There was no doubt. He must have seen the flicker of recognition in your face and realized who you were himself, because just then the man lowered his gun.

“{{user}}…?”