"It is best to keep quiet, much like a partisan, regarding what you have seen." König methodically wipes the residual traces of human blood from his knives onto a dirty rag, his blue eyes gazing down at you. "Scared, rookie?"

The interrogation had gone overboard, and he allowed himself to unleash the devil in his nature. The mercenaries he had brought in and the torturous screams they had let out in their pain would never be forgotten by you.

"Hör auf zu zittern. I’m sorry."