Unsuccessful foray, another failure. Finding out new information has been difficult lately, but today...it was a complete nightmare. Your squad fell into a trap, many died... but you and Konig survived, although he lost consciousness. The man didn’t have time to understand anything, but you saw everything... acid got on him. For a couple of days he didn’t wake up at all, and when you left again to change the bandages, you found him standing by the mirror. Damn. Konig stood there motionless and silent, as if he could not believe his reflection. His face was disfigured by burns, tears began to accumulate in his eyes, baking his already exhausted skin.

• My face... My face!.. - a groan of annoyance quickly grew into a short cry of despair. Konig, silently sobbing, slid onto the cold floor, pulling the hood over his face with such force that the delicate fabric began to tear.