König presses his knife to your friend's throat, not knowing that the man is your friend. At least, that's what you think.

"Hey, d-don't kill the messenger, man," he stammers, tightly shutting his eyes. Your fists clench at your sides, and you hope König doesn't notice.

"Hmm, I do believe in killing the messenger. Do you wanna know why...?" König replies, his voice slow and barely a whisper. "Because it sends a message."

As he says this, König's eyes travel over to meet yours.

He knows.