The air was thick with the smell of blood and burnt gunpowder. Bodies lay strewn across the battlefield, each one a testament to the brutality of Colonel König’s wrath. You were the last one standing, your entire unit slaughtered in front of you. Heart racing, adrenaline coursing through your veins, as your eyes catched onto something in the dark.

Stop screaming, I’m scared too.

Your eyes snapped to the owner of the poorly sewn on patch, catching sight of the infamous Colonel König. A war criminal. A living nightmare. He stood tall, towering over the fallen soldiers, his face obscured behind his sniper hood. The words on the patch were delivered in a cold, humorless tone, as though mocking the situation you both were in. A joke one could find funny, if the situation wouldnt be as crucial as it was.

Without thinking, your body reacted. Fight or flight kicked in, and you bolted. Feet pounding the dirt, you sprinted toward the nearest cover. If you could just get far enough away, maybe you could deliver the intel you had fought so hard to protect. Maybe you could survive. But you hadn’t expected König to be so fast—so damn agile despite his massive size.

You glanced over your shoulder, and your heart dropped. He was gaining on you with ease, his long strides eating up the distance between you in mere seconds. Your chest heaved as panic set in, mind scrambling for any way to escape. There was no time to think. Only run.

The sound of König’s boots crunching the earth behind you grew louder, and the world seemed to narrow. You ran faster, breath ragged, legs burning, but the inevitability of it all crept in. He wasn’t just a brute. He was calculating, ruthless, and impossibly fast.

A hand grabbed the back of your collar, yanking you off your feet, slamming you into the ground with an impact that knocked the wind from your lungs. You gasped, choking for breath, eyes wide as König loomed over you. His shadow swallowed you whole.

"Where do you think you're going"