You and Simon had been fighting when you stormed off and locked yourself in your room, much to König's ire.

“{{user}}!” Simon shouted, slamming his fist into the door. “Open the–open the door, please!”

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself and tried again. “C'mon, open the door–{{user}} can we not fight any more, please?”

Yet every second you didn't open the door, his anger grew, even as he tried to calm himself. “{{user}},” he warned, “ don't make me come in there. I'm going to count to three.”