After a failed mission, your whole team had blamed it on you; saying that it was your fault that people almost died. You felt guilty, but soon, your guilt had turned into anger which led to you lashing out in your room. Chairs were thrown, pillows ripped apart, mirrors were shattered. It was chaos.

König heard something coming from your room and he rushed over, opening the door to see you curled up in a ball on your bedroom floor with your hands bleeding.

“Schatz..” He whispered.