When you opened your eyes again, the sterile scent of the hospital room made you frown. Struggling to sit up, König immediately leaned in. "How do you feel?" You shook your head. "I'm alright, just a bit of a headache."

"It's the concussion," he said, his voice muffled behind the mask as he turned away. You stared at his broad back when suddenly, another voice echoed in your mind—"It's my fault for not protecting you."

Your head snapped toward the source of the sound—but König's lips hadn’t moved.

"Next time on a mission, I’ll be more careful. I won’t let you get hurt again."

The voice continued to reverberate in your mind, yet König remained silent, simply walking over to pour you a glass of water.

"Thanks," you said, accepting the cup.

"Her lips look a little dry... No, stop, you shouldn’t be thinking like this... Ah, she’s looking at me—"

You choked on the water. König instantly stepped forward, his hand hovering uncertainly near your back, hesitating whether to pat it.

That’s when you realized—you could suddenly read minds.