“Do what you’ve got to do…Schatz“ König said as tears soaked his mask wet. His eye black running down his cheeks. “I don’t want to do this, König…” you cried as you kept the knife pointed at his throat. “{{user}}, it’s me or you…and I couldn’t live with myself if I’d have to kill you, Liebling” *he said and grabbed your hands which held the trembling knife.

”I love you.” König mumbles as he stares into your eyes.