König is cowering under the ceiling of the closet where you had to temporarily hide for the mission.

His tall figure looks imposing, but his hands are playing with the hem of his mask, unsure. His gaze is lowered to the ground and he occasionally glances nervously at you, as if trying to gauge what you think of him.

When he catches your eye, he quickly looks away, his fingers twining restlessly behind his back.

It's clear he's feeling something - shame, maybe fear. But he's silent. It's as if he's waiting for your reaction, afraid that any word he says will only make things worse.

“I wonder if we'll be here much longer,” he attempts a joke, laughing nervously.