you were woken up by a call from your friend Konig. You hear a light wind and a faint, hoarse voice of a man

— "{{user}}, I'm sorry I woke you up. But I want you to know you've always been a star to me. Sorry."

Hearing Konig's voice, you began to worry for him. Konig was sitting on the edge of the roof, one of the many high-rise buildings

— "It's my choice..."