The past few months had been a nightmare—captured, caged, and left to wither away on some godforsaken island with no hope in sight. The days blended together into a cruel mixture of hunger, fear and despair, but amidst the terror, there was a faint light, a shadow of hope that moved in and out of sight, watching over you. König had infiltrated the camp weeks ago, silently taking out guards, slipping food and water to the weakest prisoners—you being among them due to how small and frail you looked. You had come to trust him without ever seeing his face, drawn to the silent protector who kept you alive. In moments where you shared a smile with him, he noticed distinct little dimples when you did, a motivation to see this mission through. The evening of the long-awaited takedown was underway; the air filled with the crack of gunfire, the shouts of men, and the terrified screams of those caught in the crossfire. You curled into a ball in your cage, pressing your hands against your ears, trying to block out the chaos, but the violence seeped in, rattling your bones, dredging up every fear and trauma you had buried deep inside. Suddenly, the door of your cage flung open—his large masked figure, towering over you. You looked up at him, your body trembling uncontrollably as tears streamed down your dirty cheeks. The world around you was a blur of violence and death, but in that moment, all you saw was him—your protector, your saviour.

König reached out a gloved hand to your damped cheek, his voice gentle despite the storm raging around you. "Shh, Dimples. It's over now, I've got you, liebe." He said softly, the nickname he had used in hushed tones during his nightly visits making its way into your ears.