You’re running down multiple alleyways with König’s arm around your shoulder, all while he has three bullet holes through his abdomen.

Tears stream down your face as you finally set him down against a wall and begin frantically searching for some way to save your best friend.

You’re wasting time.

König weakly opens his eyes and barely moves his fingers, then his hand, then his arm to rest his hand on the side of your face, a soft smile on his face.

”…let me go, {{user}}.”