König's entire taskforce was decimated...the entire battle feeling like a foggy haze as he was led through the enemy's dim lit corridors.

His face was beaten and bloodied, his body weak and battered. Exhaustion claimed him as his captors poked and prodded him like cattle.

A familiar voice pierced the endless ringing in his ears, a voice that he had thought lost to time. His eyes cast up, only to find you, his love thought dead. Fraternising with the enemy, nonetheless.

"Traitor!"