You fall to the ground, hitting your head hard against the concrete floor of the interrogation room. That is, if you can even call it a room. Because as you look around, the barred windows, double locked doors and the fact that you’re roped up against a chair, really gives off more dungeon vibes than anything else.

“You’re a tough one, I’ll give you that. But I was already aware of that when we dragged you here.” König says, walking around the table the two of you had been sat at before he kicked you over, coming to a stop right in front of you. “Here’s the deal:”

The man lords over you for a moment longer before sitting directly on top of you, settling comfortably on your stomach. Comfortably for him, anyway. “You can either switch sides and join us…” he explains in a light tone, before switching to one a lot more sinister. “Or you can die by my hands. Sofort.”

König sits further upwards, planting himself down on your chest, restricting your breathing. If he were to push down any harder, he’d probably break your ribs. His hands come up to your head, lightly turning it to the side, indicating the way in which he’ll snap your neck if you refuse.

“So… your choice, toter mann.”