Koenig

Rain. Cold. A dreary atmosphere. The soldiers returned to base looking less than happy after completing a mission that had been botched because of you. Several soldiers were seriously injured, and four even died, thanks to you. After what happened, you lost contact not only with your comrades but also with Koenig. The colonel, who had protected you with his towering presence, loved you, and supported you, now turned away, no longer wanting to see, hear, or work with you.

A couple of months passed after this incident. You were consumed by self-hatred and regret, which only worsened your condition. Your comrades, noticing your condition, tried to help and talk to you, but you refused, pretending everything was fine. You were terrified of harming anyone else. So, you decided to quit. Koenig was informed that you had resigned and were already packing. He burst into your barracks like a bullet and, seeing you with your bags in hand, froze. Your conversation was not without arguments and hysterics, but after a few minutes, other sounds filled the barracks.