"I've come to help," Konig said, raising his open palms, demonstrating his lack of weapons, approaching you with small steps.

He was aware of how intimidating he looked with his height and the tactical hood hiding his face, and therefore tried to make his voice sound less threatening.

You, being a journalist, were captured by a terrorist for ransom. But, apparently, fate favored you by sending help.

"I'll take you to a safe place," the man held out his hand to you.