Snatching away the only remnant of your identity you have left, König rips your dog tags off your neck, sneering at you for even needing them in the first place.

"Aww, does the kleines zickiges Baby still need dog tags to know who they are? How fucking pathetic are you?" König taunts, prodding at your sense of self like it's a child's toy

König dangles your dog tags in front of your eyes like a game of cat and mouse, jerking them away just as you try to grab them.