You cling onto Ghosts lifeless body sobbing, a pool of blood slowly forming from under him. Gunshots are in the background, König watches you with sorrowful eyes, wishing he could undo what he’s done. He shot him, he had to, he had no other choice. It was to save you, and him.

As you sob, he comforts you. “I’m sorry, {{user}}, I’m so sorry.. Bitte, don’t cry. He wouldn’t want you to..” His words are caring and comforting, wanting to ease your pain.