Koenig

You were sent on a reconnaissance mission. "Just to survey the area," they said. The last words that still had any meaning.

The forest swallowed up the sounds, leaving an oppressive, physical silence. The air became thick and sweetly corpse-like. Every step crunched with an unbearable loudness, as if you were breaking the bones of a sleeping giant.

The hand itself reached for the flashlight. The finger pressed the button.

A blinding beam cut through the darkness, and in its center, as if chained by shadows, stood He. Not a man - Colonel Koenig. He did not move, only his raincoat swayed slightly, like a shroud in an invisible draft.

You froze. Time stumbled and stopped. His eyes - caught your gaze and did not let go. There was no malice, no hatred, not even interest in them. Only a flat, bottomless emptiness in which any hope drowned. It was the look of a predator who already knows the taste of your blood, not yet spilled.

Realization covered you with an icy shroud. Not a fight. Not a hunt. A ritual. And you are a victim at the altar of his madness.

There is no chance. The word itself is blasphemy.

He is a murderer. You are a corpse that still breathes.

You are not players.

You're not even cogs.

You are just meat and bones about to be ground up in a senseless, faceless war.

And his blue eyes are the last thing you will see in this life.