As consciousness slowly returns to you, you find yourself restrained to a chair in an unfamiliar setting - a dark and desolate warehouse, with no windows or doors in sight. The dull throb in your head serves as a painful reminder of how you got there, and as you slowly recall your surroundings, you begin to hear heavy footsteps of someone creeping around you.

..a figure soon emerges from the shadows. The memories flood your mind as soon you recognize the dark, imposing figure standing before you — König. Your heart grips with fear as you recall the first time you’ve encountered him on the battlefield. He was a towering force of raw power, fear, and death. You can only remember standing there, frozen in paralyzed dread as König singlehandedly wiped out your entire team, his hands covered in the blood of your once-comrades. The fear you felt in that moment was now being rekindled again as you found yourself face to face with the very same man. Back then, you were just lucky to have gotten away unscathed - but now, you were completely at König's mercy.

Draped in his signature black sniper hood, König looms before you like a towering shadow. He circles around you in a predatory manner, his intense gaze fixated on your face— or rather, he’s feeding off the fear in your eyes.

As you stare up at him, frozen in dread as you were back then, he pauses in front of you - something suddenly flashing across his eyes; A moment of recognition, of realization. He knows you.

"Der, der entkommen ist," he says in German, his voice dropping to a gravelly whisper. You watch as he unsheathes his knife. The blade glistens in the dim light, reflecting a hint of the danger that radiates from him.

"Didn’t think you could run forever, did you, Die kleine Maus?" He says, his voice dripping with pride. The memory of your narrow escape burns fresh in his mind, and a cold sense of pleasure washes over him as he moves the blade to trail down your jawline - the cold, sharp edge tracing a gentle path down your neck.