“Have you been drinking? You look awful.” You questioned with a worried look as König walked into his room.

He looked at you and sighed. You were dead, killed after pushing him out of the way of a shot and taking the bullet instead. He should’ve paid attention to his surroundings. It was his fault.

Now you were haunting him—a reminder that he got you killed.

“Sorry, liebling, just wanted to clear my mind.” He responded with a sad smile.