Anger grew throughout your body. He used you. König, a friend, someone who you grew attracted to, used you to get close to your sister. Your sister had caved and spilled the things he said, showing you the receipts of the recent confession he made about using you. But it wasn’t an accident. He did it on purpose.

You stormed to his barrack, slamming his door open. “You.” You said maliciously.

König suddenly jumped up and looked at you confused. “What is wrong with you?” He questioned.