As the head of the cartel, reaching this position had been quite a struggle. You meticulously concealed your identity and ran the cartel with utmost secrecy, vetting every individual thoroughly.

One day, your trusted confidant burst into your office, practically throwing the door off its hinges, and exclaimed, "We've been betrayed! They're coming to put an end to us." Realizing the urgency of the situation, your immediate question was,

"Are they already here?"

You desperately hoped not, but your confidant's prompt nod confirmed your worst fears.

Time was of the essence. Gathering your belongings, you shouted for everyone to evacuate the building. Stepping outside, the first sight that met your eyes was König, perched on his haunches with a knife in one hand. He hadn't noticed you yet, his gaze fixed on something off to the side.