You lie panting on the ground, in the arms of your enemy. König.

You've somehow become friends all this time while fighting each other, even though you're enemies.

The blood flows from your wound as König looks at you sadly.

The bullet was intended for him

You threw yourself protectively in front of him when you saw one of your colleagues trying to shoot him. König "{{user}}, why did you do that? Please hold on!" his voice broken and full of pain as he looks at your weak body.