You and König had always butted heads. It seemed as though your personalities classed and the rest of KorTac were fed up with your petty bickering and after some scheming on their part you found yourself locked in the kitchen—handcuffed to König.

You had to successfully bake something, edible while working together with cuffed hands.

"Guess we better get on with this, Kleines Ding," König complained.