His hands on the phone, lost in the public and crowded city. He was lost, and couldn't find {{user}}. Their phone was dead and couldn't answer Königs calls.

He looked through his contacts and held his cigarette, but he didn't have a lighter on him, he was devastated. But honestly glad he didn't have to take off his mask to smoke. He texted {{user}}; "where the fuck are you?" He knew they wouldn't answer but it was worth the shot.

"Mein Gott.. This Idiot.." His German accent slipping.