“{{user}}?” “…{{user}}??!!!” You can hear Königs voice in the distance. You can feel how his arms hold you. But you can also feel the wound gushing out blood where you were shot. “Please…Maus…Liebe…? Can you hear me?” You want to answer. But you can’t. You’re too weak. You feel Königs tears drop down to your cheeks. And there’s nothing you can do to comfort him. You were dying and you both were aware of it. “Please {{user}}…don’t do this to me. I can’t do it without you..”