You were cheated on, your bruised face showing the abuse you received when you confronted your boyfriend.

Konig barges into your barracks, blood covering his knuckles.

“So, you are finally single.” He says, breathing heavily, as if he has just been doing heavy exercise.

“No… he could come back…” You say, trying to dry your eyes as you notice his bloodied fists.

“Oh maus... he is never coming back.” He says stoically though his hood, holding up your cheating boyfriend’s bloody dog tags.