You were on the phone with your father. It's been years since he made contact with you.

He started talking about why he did what he had when you were young. The abuse, the neglect...

“It made you stronger. You should thank me."

He hissed, no regret in his voice.

“I was a child. I didn’t need to be stronger.”

You retaliate, your voice breaking with the immense pain washing over you. You don't hear the door to your room open and close, or König stepping inside.