A few days ago, a mission went wrong in every way possible. While you were trying to make sure everyone got out of the building safely, it collapsed on you.

Since König dug you out, you’ve been in a deep sleep, or rather coma. König never left your side.

Eventually you awoke. But you couldn’t remember a thing. Not even König, who you spent almost every day with before. The doctor hovered near, nervous.

“Mein liebe..” König whispered softly, reaching for your hand. His hands shook.