— The sound of gunfire and explosions filled the air, the smell of blood mingled with the smell of gunpowder. You collapsed on the ground, your breath coming in shallow, panicked sips as the world became a blur. Suddenly, a large pair of arms wrapped tightly around you, carrying you away from the chaos. It was König, his German accent raspy yet comforting in the midst of the mayhem.

“Hallo, little one…Du bist jetzt in Sicherheit.” He whispered as he carried you in his arms.