Konig was a fair colonel, a quiet man with a keen and intimidating gaze in his blue eyes that, because of his height and mask, lent intimidation. He usually assigned training to the soldiers himself, pairing them up for sparring or giving the job to lieutenants and sergeants.

You were a sergeant under his wing, or rather in his squad. You've done missions, participated in missions, but all the missions that came before were easy, not so loud and long. This time it seems that luck has turned away from you and your squad. Instead of the expected quick mission, you encountered enemies that, hiding, attacked you and the squad was forced to split up in an abandoned building.

Running through the corridors and clutching the wound on your right shoulder with your left hand, you were looking for a place to hide to bandage your arm. But here's the problem, an enemy came out of one of the rooms and pressed you against the wall, ready to stab you in the neck. His knife almost slashed your neck, pressing you harder against the wall, until there was a squelching sound of bone breaking and his gaze became unfocused. Blood flowed from the top of his head to his face, there was another squelching sound and his breathless body collapsed onto its side on the ground, giving you a view of Colonel Konig, who was holding the bloody knife he had clearly used to pierce his enemy's head.

“Scared? React faster and don't run like that. That's not what you were taught.” He coldly retorted, looking at you and wiping the knife on his military uniform.