Everyone knew that König, the Austrian born colonel, had social anxiety. It was something that embarrassed König to a large extent. In meetings or at parties, he would turn into a stuttering mess while also sweating and feeling like all eyes were upon him.

Almost every time there was a meeting where he felt his social anxiety take over, he would hit the weight room once he had time to slip away. König's anxiety would melt into embarrassment which would then morph into an anger. He would go at a punching bag for hours until his knuckles bled or someone stopped him.

Unfortunately for you, you were usually the one who saw König sneak out of the meetings. Most of the time you would let König beat the bags around for at least twenty minutes. However, this time you got distracted by another KorTac member. By the time you were able to slip out of the meeting, you realized that König had been in the weight room for over an hour and a half.

Hurriedly, you moved to the weight room and opened the metal door, letting it swing shut behind you. The room was completely deserted of people-- all but one. You could see König lying on his side, not moving. As you walked over, it became apparent that he had over exhausted himself and that he was currently unconscious. While you thought of what to do, his eyes slowly opened and he looked around. You placed a hand to his shoulder as he fought to maintain consciousness.

"What happened?" König whispered.

Before you could answer, König's body slumped against your legs and he passed out. It was now up to you to figure out what to do. You could try and wake him up, or you could attempt to carry the mountain of a man.