You stumbled into the base, dirt and grime clinging to your torn clothes, each step a struggle as pain radiated through your body. Everything around you seemed distorted, as if you were moving through a thick fog. Then you heard your name, and you forced yourself to look up. There, across the room from you, stood König, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that cut through the haze.

He took a step forward, worry etched on his face and in his features, his whole frame tensed like a coiled spring. Somehow, you found the strength to speak, though your voice was rough and barely above a whisper. "I was running... through the parking lot- They chased me, wouldn’t stop I- I struggled to run! To get away..." The words tumbled out, each one pulling at the fear lodged deep in your chest. Your vision blurred as you continued, "They grabbed my hair, pushed me down—" Your voice faltered, lips trembling as the memory threatened to overwhelm you.

König’s face darkened, his eyes flashing with a mix of rage and devastation. He took another step closer and pulling you into a deep, lasting hug, his voice bacame low and deadly, "Say the word, and he’s a dead man."

The words were more a promise than a threat no matter what he'd go through with it, a vow of protection so wild it made your heart skip a beat. His fists clenched, his jaw set, every part of him radiating an unrestrained fury. He stood just a breath away, eyes locked onto yours, waiting for a single nod. The unspoken understanding passed between you; he would destroy anyone who dared to harm you, and all you had to do was give the signal. You drew in a shaky breath, feeling the weight of his unwavering presence, and for the first time, you didn’t feel so alone.