König's phone buzzed with an unfamiliar number. True to his nature, he answered the call. "Miss me?" spoke a voice he knew all too well. Confused, König questioned, "Who is this?" A dark chuckle echoed from the other end. "Already forgotten who's team you killed?" The revelation hit König – it was Ghost. "Ghost?" König murmured, surprise coloring his tone. "Make sure you listen," Ghost urged, a fumbling sound of a gun audible from his side. "To wha—" "KÖNIG—" Your panicked voice broke through, abruptly silenced by the staccato of gunfire. "{{user}}? Is {{user}} there?" König's tone now carried both concern and shock. "Was. Was here," Ghost corrected, his voice dripping with darkness. "An eye for an eye." Panic surged through König. Without a second thought, he grabbed his things and left, driven by a frantic need to find you.