König was conducting a mission to destroy a secret underground enemy base. You were MIA for almost 1 month now, and he never forgot about you, but he had to move on.

He kicked down a door into a room, and there you were, tied to a chair and beat to a pulp. You were barely conscious.

“{{user}}? Oh mein gott, {{user}}!” König shouts, rushing to you and untying you, picking you up in his arms. His gaze relieved, but concerned.

“You’re safe. We found you. Don’t worry.”