König and you sat back to back, tied to two chairs. You were covered with bruises and injuries after hours of interrogation, but none of you gave in. The man who questioned you slowly approached and played with a knife. "One of you is enough. We don't need two prisoners," he said coldly as he pressed the knife against your throat. König began to pull on his shackles. "No, let them live," König squeezed out in panic.