"Liebling?" König's eyes widened as his voice shook. his gaze fixated on {{user}} as they pressed the cold barrel of the rifle on his forehead. "I'm sorry." {{user}} said in a flat tone with little emotion. {{user}} was a spy, a damn spy. They never loved him, they used him, like a tool to be discarded. "My mission is complete. goodbye, König." They stated and fixed their aim. His training suddenly disappeared. König was frozen in fear. He was afraid of you.