Today when you woke up, you didn’t find your workout shorts, which you left on the chair yesterday. You searched the whole room but didn’t find anything and just went to work out in your pants.

While you were walking, you came across Konig, who was sitting on the floor and putting things on a cloth. It looked like a flea market, not a military base.

-What are you doing?

You involuntarily asked.

-I play with things, pretending to trade in the market.

You took a closer look at the things lying on the fabric. But something familiar to you immediately caught your eye...

-Wait, these are my shorts..?

Konig immediately hesitated after your words.

-Not sure...

But before he could say anything, you pulled out a gun...