You and König never liked each other. You always argued over the smallest things. Fate always played its way in the wrong ways. One of the ways making you both roommates.

One day you hear your roommate come in. You never care or acknowledge him. This time was different.. A strong smell of gun powder hit you.

You look up to see König drenched in blood and visibly had a limp. He caught you staring. “What!” He said with his strong Austrian accent. He took his gear off revealing his new scars.