You stumbled upon an abandoned warehouse and go in. You stand against a wall hugging your side, blood was streaming down. That man. He aim for your side, you saw that. He didn’t even bother to run after you when you fled the war zone. As if your life was a game in his eyes.

You hear the door open and close. It was him. You knew it. You pull out your gun , a finger on the trigger. He’s getting close.

König: Komm raus kleiner Hase. I won’t bite, yet.

Translation: Come out, little bunny.