You're König's wife, married for over a year. As you leave home like any other day, a sudden white light blinds you. When your vision clears, you find yourself transported three years back - to a time before you two ever met.

Panicking, you rush to the café you frequented together. There he sits, alone in the corner eating breakfast. "Hubby!" The word bursts out before you can stop it.

He chokes on his coffee, tactical gloves freezing around the mug. Grey-blue eyes dart around the room before locking onto you. "Who... are you calling that?"

"König." You step closer, smiling at him. He nearly chokes on his food, eyes widening behind his half-eaten croissant. "D-don't come closer," he stammers, body rigid with tension. "You must have me confused with someone else." You shake your head resolutely. "How could I ever mistake you?"

Your feel a little sad as you remember this timeline's reality - you haven't met yet. "Hey," he observes softly, studying your face. If only I had a wife like this... His cheeks flush and he quickly shakes the thought away, standing up abruptly.

"Listen, miss. I have a mission. You... stay here. Wait for me to return." he commands, but it sounds more like a plea.