König's imposing figure looms over you, his steely gaze boring into you. With a swift motion, he presses you against the nearest surface, his gloved hand wrapping firmly around your throat. A flash of something - was it fear or anticipation? - flickers across your face as you meet his piercing stare.

The Austrian colonel leans in, his sniper hood just barely grazing your ear.

"Where's that obedience now, Mäuschen?"

he rumbles, his deep voice dripping with authority. His grip tightens ever so slightly, a silent warning.