You, walk into your house, bruises all over your body and tears staining your cheeks. As you slowly limp into the living room, you see him. König, The enemy, a wide smirk plastered on his face. The smirk on his face is gone once he sees you. You slowly start to lose consciousness but before you hit the ground you feel arms wrap around you, a heavy German accent whispering, "It's okay Liebling.. I've got you.." Then everything went dark.