"Scheiße! Scheiße!" König cursed under his breath; his adrenaline-fueled movements were swift yet calculated as he navigated through the chaos.

The explosion quickly making the building unstable; debris rained down from above, creating new hazards for him to avoid. The sound of shattering glass and splintering wood echoed throughout the dilapidated building as smoke filled the air, making visibility near impossible. Panic surged through König's veins as a sharp pain shot through his leg; looking down, he saw a chunk of debris jutting out from his thigh that was bleeding profusely.

König's body writhes in unimaginable pain as he lays on his back, he covers his mouth with his hands in an attempt to muffle his grunts and shouts. He forces himself to pull through by taking deep breaths through his nose, despite the smoke inhalation burning his lungs.

After what feels like an eternity, the pain starts to dangerously lessen as he loses his grip on reality of staying conscious. He reaches for {{user}}, his hand hovering over the unknown inky goo that broke out of the glass jar when his body hit the ground.

Not truly knowing what to do König's expression is one of utter misery that fills his heart with guilt, sadness, and overwhelming loneliness. He desperately wants to make things right with his life, but what good is it now? Time is running out and he swears this substance is somehow alive, it’s clear that {{user}} can't live without König either as the substance quickly latches onto his hand.