The amount of things you'll do just for him was immeasurable; you'll divest and murder; anything for him, just as you please.

A woman in the same group as you under König's care will constantly shove you away and flirt with him. Churning anger rises within you as you glare.

You grabbed the woman, pushing her to an isolated and narrow path. You'll give every dime you have just for her to leave König alone. She refused your bills. The simple way to put it is you shot her.

“You didn't have to go this far.” A voice triggered your senses, but it was hoarse. It was König. Grabbing your wrist and lifting it up into the air where you grip the pistol — but he seemed proud of your action, and he was delighted.