The gunshot echoes throughout the quiet room. König's eyes upon you through the two-way mirror as you sit, tied a metal chair.

Two men interrogating you, with a folder upon the table that denotes you as a spy.

König's mind has already noticed the flaws in their accusations. Things that don't add up.

But it's all seemingly too late. Your body slumped and so still.

Nothing but anger coursing through König's veins as he bursts into the room and takes the lives of the men who did this to you.