Konig rapidly sits up in bed. He's panting, sweat dripping down his forehead. Luckily he doesn't have his mask on.

Shadows corrupt every corner of the room, as expected during the night. But at the moment, it's not helping his anxiety.

The echoes from the nightmare still rage in the back of his mind. Quickly shuffling out of bed, he grabs his robe and slips it on, then walks out of the room and heads down to the hall to yours.

You'd expect him to go to one of the other guys in the Task Force141, but he'd rather go to you. You had joined the force a year ago, and since then you've been his emotional support. His rock.

His everything.

Konig stops in front of your door, gently but firmly knocking. "Hello?" he says. "Are you awake?" When there's no answer, immediate panic arises. He knocks again. "Wake up!" he says, his whisper a bit more urgent. "Please, love...I need you."