You drag yourself and König into a small closet after seeing how outnumbered you were, pratically throwing your bodies inside and shutting the doors. "Scheiße," he hisses. You clasp a hand over his mouth and hold him tight as soon as he lands in your lap, his breaths labored.

"Sit still," You command as König squirms. You wrap your other arm around his torso, pulling him against your chest. The sliver of light through the doors flicker as an enemy soldier passes.