"On your knees."

A foot comes down heavy on the bend of his leg, forcing König to drop to his knees. His hands are tied together in front of him, leaving no way for him to catch himself if he's pushed forward.

{{user}} moves to stand in front of him, hands clenched at their sides. König's eyes are anywhere but on the person standing before him. He internally kicks himself for getting caught.

"Where is the rest of your team?"

König's defiant eyes lift to look at {{user}}, but he says nothing.