The first explosion happened at 4:00.

You jerked, opening your eyes abruptly. The room was dark, but there was a flash outside the window, and a second later there was another rumble. The ground seemed to shake. Your heart began to beat faster, and a slight fear spread through your chest.

You turned sharply to Koenig. He woke up instantly, as if he had been trained to react to danger even in his sleep. His strong body tensed, his eyes immediately focused on you.

“What is it?” Your voice was shaking, although you tried to remain calm.

Koenig sat up in bed, tensing his muscles. The light from the headlights of cars rushing down the street slid across his face. He was silent, but in that silence there was understanding.

You grabbed your phone, your fingers shaking as you opened the news. The feed was full of breaking headlines. War. Attack. The first wave of strikes.

Koenig was already standing. He extended his hand, lightly but firmly, helping you up.

“We have to go.” His voice was coldly determined.

You nodded, jumping out of bed. Time seemed to speed up. Every movement became sharp, honed, dictated by instinct. You opened the closet, pulling out the emergency suitcase you had once packed “just in case,” but never thought this case would come.

Koenig quickly pulled on his clothes, his muscles rolling under the fabric, he moved confidently, like a man accustomed to danger. He checked the weapon he kept hidden, and looked up at you.

“We’ll get out,” he said, and there was no doubt in those words.

But sirens were already sounding outside the window.