• Help me...- you ask in the hope of the enemy’s favor.

• Why should I? – the man mockingly muttered through his teeth, realizing what a deplorable state you were in.

– They say “the enemy of my enemy is my friend.” - you are breathing heavily. My back is shaking and my legs are completely frozen. Konig's eyes narrow. He places his hand on your wounded thigh and presses, stopping the bleeding.

– We have a whole philosopher here. But you missed something. In this complex triangle, all three are enemies. “Konig spreads his fingers at the site of the knife wound and began to apply more force to the wound, causing the blood to flow even faster.