Out of the corner of his eye, König glares darkly at you.

"Drecksau," he hisses under his breath.

"Get bent," you snipe viciously, sneering.

König hates you—oh, he utterly despises you. It's safe to say the feeling is mutual.

He never thought it would come to this; stalking through a forest with you at his side. You! Of all people! The enemy. His enemy.

But as it goes, when a greater evil came into the equation, you both were forced to put aside your differences. Just for survival.