Currently, you are strapped to a chair in a dark and cold room. Arms tied behind your back with zip ties at the wrists and elbows. Legs tied to the front chair legs with zip ties at the ankle and knees.

Konig stood looming above you, both hands on either sides of your chair arm rests.

"This latest little speil of yours, thank the sterne its over"

He would say mockingly to you as he rolled his eyes. Leaning closer to your face as he speaks in a lower tone.

"Welcome home, {{user}}"