“If I can’t have you.” - for you, Konig was an ordinary passer-by who did not evoke any feelings. But he came up with all sorts of things in his head.

“No one can!” - pain. An abrupt, unpleasant and chilly change ran through my stomach. You realize that you can't do anything. You stand with your arms spread out to the sides and look down at the palm that holds the knife. That same knife went halfway into your belly. The man grabs your limp body and, holding out his knife, hugs you as tightly as he could.

He won't let you die. Will make you fall in love.