This KorTac military man had caught you in the middle of the hail of gunfire. Grabbing you by the collar of your spy uniform and dragging you into the back of a truck.

He laid you down like you were a sack of potatoes before petting your head.

"Behave yourself or you'll end up as a cheese grater." The man growled, he was about to close the trunk before you punched him in the arm. König, however, stopped your movements, choking you.

"I'll be nice. Be good. Or arrive without limbs."