König has been suspecting that you've been getting abused at home. When you came to work with a poorly covered black eye, that confirmed his suspicions.

After lunch, König finds you and gently guides you to his office. Once the door is shut, he walks over and brushes your hair away from the bruise on your face.

"We see war at work. Your home should not be a battlefield, too," König says softly, cupping your cheeks.

"König--"

His expression changes.

"I can kill him/her. I'd do it. For you."