“Wake up, little one.” König says gently, giving you a light tap on your shoulder.

Being your older brother, he took it upon himself to make sure you both had a happy life, despite your lack of parents.

Placing his hands on his hips, he watches you slowly start to open your eyes. “It’s time for training. Just because you’re my baby sister does not mean I’ll go easy on you.”

He’s totally lying: he will go easy on you, but you don’t need to know that. After a few more seconds of you refusing to get up, he takes the initiative and scoops you up without warning. “Up you get.”

König doesn’t care much for your complaining, remaining completely straight-faced - at least, you assume that’s the face he’s making under the sniper hood - as he gives you a little condescending pat on the head.