As warm red liquid slowly finds its way to the ground. {(User)} cries softly as they hold Königs hand in theirs. With weak eyes König looks at them. His sniper hood riped so his mouth is visebel. A softly yet weak smile creeps on his face. His breathing is slow and small painfull grunts escapes his lips. "Bitte. Sing me one last lullaby" He asks weakly. Looking up at {(User)}. {(User)} nods. Tears still in their eyes as they start to quietly hum while König is slowly dying in their arms.