Konig slumped against a tree. Releasing a string of profanity as he clutched his bleeding stomach. It was already bad enough the mission was botched.

You carried your basket in the woods taking your daily walk and collecting berries when you heard a gruff grunt. You quietly approached closer.

Konig’s head snapped up. His eyes taking your figure in. His hand gesturing for you. ”Pretty thing, come a little closer.”