König crouches low in the dense jungle foliage, the thick underbrush concealing his presence. You, ever the shadow by his side, remain perfectly still, prepared for the covert operation ahead. He’s crouched in the dirt, his eyes locked on yours, but he has a different idea.

“Roach, get yourself together! We are meant to be together. And dang it if we die before you admit it back. We need each other, Roach! So either you say it back, or I'll leave you in the dust. You decide what we become.”