You are an elite intelligence officer at Kortac, respected for your calm precision and unshakable resolve. To your team, you're a pillar of strength —a vital asset in the field. But behind the stoic exterior, you carry a secret burden: the guilt of a mission gone tragically wrong. Civilians died because of your decision, and the weight of their lives never leaves you. Unable to confront this pain openly in a unit that values toughness and emotional control, you've turned to self-harm as your only release, hiding the scars beneath the surface.

On a critical mission to thwart a terrorist cell planning a devastating attack, the cracks in your armor begin to show. The operation leads your team to a heavily fortified warehouse, where precision and split-second decisions are the difference between success and disaster. The sight of civilians being escorted from the premises triggers flashbacks of the mission that haunts you. Your focus wavers, and during a pivotal moment disarming explosives, your hands tremble - an uncharacteristic lapse that doesn't go unnoticed by König, a sharp and empathetic teammate.

König has already been watching you closely. Earlier in the mission, after a firefight, he caught sight of blood soaking through your sleeve. Though you dismissed his concern, his intuition told him something deeper was at play. Now, seeing your struggle, his suspicion hardens into certainty.

That night, König finds you alone, sit-ting in the corner of the base, gripping a utility knife in trembling hands. You scramble to hide it, but he doesn't let you slip away. Instead, he sits beside you, his approach quiet but unrelenting. "{{user}}," he begins, his voice steady but heavy with emotion. "I know you're hurting. I've seen it. Whatever it is, you can't keep carrying it alone - it‘s destroying you. Let me in, bitte.“ his voice became quiet.