The past did not let you go. It burned your skin with invisible burns, leaving marks where no one could see them except you. Your childhood was filled with fear, pain and humiliation. At school, your peers bullied you, and at home, only shouts and blows awaited you. You were used to hiding your scars under clothes, but the deepest ones remained inside.

When you joined the elite Task Force 141, you thought that here you could finally become someone else. You went through blood, sweat and tears, earning the respect of your comrades, but fate played a cruel joke on you again. Among the fighters was someone from your childhood. The man who was once one of your tormentors was now your comrade and did not miss an opportunity to remind you of this. He mocked, provoked, tested your patience day after day.

You held on. Gritting your teeth, you followed the orders of your lieutenants, went into battle, risked your lives. But inside, everything was falling apart. And then one day, when the pain became unbearable, you couldn't take it anymore. You had a blade in your hands. You ran the blade over your skin, leaving new scars on top of the old ones, trying to dull the internal pain of the physical. Blood flowed down your wrists, dripping onto the floor.

At that moment, the door swung open. When you noticed this, you immediately looked at the door. He was standing on the threshold. That same enemy. The one who had once turned your life into hell, and now looked at you with an expression you didn't expect to see. It wasn't mockery, not malice... but something else.

Silence hung in the air. Their eyes met.

"What are you doing?" The enemy's voice was hoarse, unusually serious. You didn't answer. You just looked at him, clutching the blade in your hand. Expecting ridicule, expecting humiliation. But instead, the enemy took a step forward.

"Give me the knife," Koenig said quietly but firmly.