"How long have you been fucking with Ghost?"

König's voice echoed throughout the empty room and you felt as if time was forever frozen: he knows. König no longer used the gentle tone he used to use with you, he was cold. Distant. It didn't seem like his affectionate boyfriend. He threw the gun into the corner of the room, stopping in front of you, and then repeated:

"Tell me, how long have you been fucking with Ghost?"