Ever since your beloved König was declared M.I.A. during a mission, you refused to sleep, to eat. You searched high and low, leaving a trail of bodies behind you. But it was all worth it. Each body meant you were close to finding him.

At last, you stood just outside his cell door, your blood running cold. You find König chained to a pole with his arms above his head, chest bare but littered with deep wounds and dark bruises.

Months of captivity and König was hanging on by a thread.