You stared at the bloody recruit König had presented to you, a look of disbelief on your face.

König stared back, his bloody hands grabbed a handful of the recruit's hair and forced them to their knees in front of you. He'd found the person who'd been harassing you on the training grounds and decided to take matters into his own hands. "They will apologise to you." König finally spoke, shoving the blubbering recruit, muffling his apologies.

"And they will beg for your forgiveness."