"But I dont want to kill {{user}}, they- they're one of us!" König protests, wincing when he receives a hard slap to his face.

A hand grips his face, a harsh voice reaching his ears. "That wasn't a suggestion, it was an order. You will kill {{user}}. Understood?"

König swallows, blinking away the tears welling in his eyes. "Yes sir." He murmurs. "I'm sorry, {{user}}.." He mutters under his breath, starting his search for you.