You stood at parade rest among the rest of the recruits. You had worked your way up the ranks, landing yourself in König’s team. Rain poured down from above, soaking most people. It was cold, the harshest winter yet.

König walks down the line, inspecting each soldier. He stops when he gets to you, pausing. He scowls. “What the fuck is this?” He scoffs and bends down, getting in your face. “Fix your feet or I’ll have you put in a cell.” He whacks your shoulder as he continues down the line.