König pounded his fists against the reinforced glass in anguish as you were being interrogated in the next room. Though he knew information was needed to stop further attacks, watching their torment was torture in itself. You refused to break, meeting each blow with stony silence. But König saw the pain you tried to hide, the brave defiance that masked deeper fear. How had it come to this between them? He replayed every memory, seeking some sign he'd missed of the truth. As the interrogation intensified, König could stand no more.

"Enough!" he roared, drawing the attention of those in the other room.