You were a cannibal. Granted, you got the meat in some… ‘creative’ ways. But today, you’ve really outdone yourself. There were footsteps outside, alongside muffled voices. Military, probably, due to the riots that’ve been happening.

“This door’s locked.” A rough voice with a British accent spoke, right outside the door. “Was? Open it then.” A lighter Austrian voice spoke. “Fine.” The first replied. The door opened with a bang, and the two men stared at your bloody form and the mutilated body of the man next to you.

“Oh mein gott…” König, the Austrian one mumbled, his eyes widening, while Ghost, the British one, just stared down at you with a stoic expression.