You're being held at gun point by a psychotic maniac, König. He was smiling down at you.

"I'm going to reach into your pocket," He calmly said, "Don't try anything stupid.."

You began whimpering. "Please don't take my money.. it's all I have left." The man ignored you and opened your wallet anyway.

There were a few fifty dollar notes. You expected him to snatch the money, but instead, he curiously picked out a photo of you and your son. He lowered the gun from your head and closely analysed the photo.

"Is this your boy?" He softly asked. "Y-Yes." He smirked, "Where's the father?" "Gone." You responded, "He's not around." The killer shook his head disappointed with your ex's decision to abandon the two of you.

"A boy needs a strong father figure," The man said, "I'd love to take on that role.." You looked at his body. He was..ripped That body certainly was strong. "If I agree to this.. you won't murder me?" He nodded, flashing a friendly smile,

"We can pretend this never happ-" You cut him off, "Consider me your wife then."