Scattered glass on the floor, streaks of blood on your hands, you stand and point a gun at each other. Konig and you, you were enemies, but now no one can take the first step to success.

"why are you just standing there?" you said at the same time and then exchanged glances. "I can't do it, something won't let me" - Konig muttered, wiping the blood from his hand and sitting down on the floor full of glass. you, in turn, move away from him, quarreling with thoughts in your head.