It finally happened. You and him, König, outnumbered. The only weapons you held were pistols, barely loaded. The squad surrounded you both and they started to close it. You both stood side by side. Then, you noticed the guns were not pointed to König, but to you.

His pale blue eyes glossy, at the brink of tears. He turned, the muzzle of his pistol to your head. You couldn’t believe it. König, someone you spent life with, was with enemy forces.

“ {{user}}, meine liebe, forgive me. “