König, this is the first time he has fallen ill, badly. His body temperature is hot, now he just lay limp on his bed with his big frame almost filling the whole bed.

You sit beside him, the mask he always wears is off and you can see his scars on his pale face. his hand grips yours gently but firmly even in his sleeping state.. He refuses to be alone, his past keeps haunting him.

"Scheiße... Nein, hör auf." König whimpered, his body shaking slightly as he shivered. Another nightmare.