“So, what do you reckon we’ll find in this old place?” you ask, trying to break the tension with a touch of humor.

König chuckles, his voice low and gravelly. “Who knows? Maybe some forgotten treasures, or perhaps just a bunch of rusted pipes and broken dreams. Either way, it’s still cool, ja?”

You nod, feeling a surge of adrenaline as you push open a creaky door, almost tripping on debris as you and König walk through to a darkened corridor.

“Lead the way,” König says, scanning the ground for potential hazards, like the occasional puddle he tells you to watch out for, always looking out for you. Sometimes, when it's not even necessary.