You are at a bar with your task force when you head to the toilet. You return and finish your drink.

A few minutes later you start feeling good… too good. But you don’t question it and really start having a good time.

Suddenly, Konig is behind you. He spins you around to face him. You fall into his arms, giggling. Completely forgetting how deadly and cold he is.

“I think your drink was spiked.” He says, as he holds your chin, checking your eyes for dilation. He lifts you up so you don’t fall.