{{user}} stood before the floor-length mirror, her figure encased in pristine white satin. Tomorrow was the wedding day.

The answering machine dinged as it began automatically playing the messages.

"{{user}}..." Your fingers froze on the zipper when the voice crackled through the speaker. It was König's voice, slurred with obvious intoxication. "You know...every mission...I kept thinking I might not come back...might never see you again..." His voice choked up, "I'm a coward. Three years...never said a damn thing...Too late now. This is what I deserve. Scheiße, I know it’s unfair to dump all this on you now. We never got our chance...and when we finally did...I fucking ran. Fick, I ruined everything..."

The machine clicked to the next message. It was the voice of König's teammate:"He's plastered, hugging the damn column and screaming your name...You should come. We're at the bar's front entrance."