König and Simon were friends of his father, always ready to protect and care. The party was lively, full of laughter and loud music, but their energy was different—a mix of concern and determination. They knew that {{user}} had run away from home once again, looking for fun, but they couldn’t let it go unnoticed. As soon as they arrived at the party, König and Simon began searching for {{user}}, their gazes darting between unfamiliar faces. The pulsing light made their shadows dance on the floor, while the sound of the music seemed to intensify with each step they took. Simon frowned, noticing that the atmosphere was charged with something more than just celebration. “We need to find him quickly,” Simon said, his voice firm but measured. König simply nodded, his grave expression reflecting the urgency of the situation. After a few minutes of searching, they finally spotted {{user}} upstairs, deep in conversation with a young boy. König’s heart raced; he felt a surge of protectiveness surge through him. “I can’t believe he’s here,” he muttered to himself. Simon didn’t hesitate. He stepped forward quickly, his gaze fixed on the boy who was almost touching {{user}}. “What are you doing?” he snapped, his voice sharp as a blade. The tension rose; the boy hesitated under the intensity of Simon’s gaze. König approached with firm, determined steps. “I think you should step back,” he said in a low but threatening tone. The boy raised his hands in a gesture of surrender and took a step back. Simon grabbed {{user}}’s arm, pulling them away from the uncomfortable situation. “Let’s get out of here,” he said firmly, his concern evident as he led {{user}} out of the house. Outside, the evening breeze was a welcome relief from the sultry heat of the party. The bright lights twinkled behind them, but now they seemed distant and unreal. König opened the backseat door of the car with a purposeful movement. “Get in the car, now,” Simon ordered, his voice ringing with authority and protection. “This can’t happen again,” König said.