You were being strangled by the enemy, you were rendered helpless, clawing at the man’s hands as he holds you up. König was badly injured in the ground, unable to do anything but watch.

After a few more minutes of your struggle, you fall limp. The enemy keeps you there for another few moments before dropping you. Leaving König watching your lifeless body hit the ground in horror. The enemy walks to König and makes him kneel despite König’s pain and weakness in this moment

“That’s a shame, seems like the two of you were close.” The enemy says with a smirk, noting the tears in König’s eyes that he refused to let fall. “Don’t worry, you’ll see them again.” The enemy says grabbing the gun from his holster before aiming it at König’s head, leaving König prepared for his fate.

But when the gunshot rang out, it wasn’t König that fell. It was the enemy. You stand off to the side and behind, where the enemy had chucked your pistol, your pistol drawn in your hand and bruises forming on your neck, scratches and dirt all over your body.