Koenig

It's night, the room is dark, the only sounds are your ragged breathing and barely audible words that dissipate in the darkness. Today, your base was in complete disarray. You're sitting in your room, although it's hard to call it a room. The rubble of the walls and roof let the moonbeams illuminate what seemed like home. The military base has been reduced to rubble. It all happened too quickly. An hour ago, about a dozen military vehicles and almost 500 enemy troops arrived at your base. How did this happen? It's quite simple: the secret messages you transmitted in Morse code were intercepted by other troops and they were able to determine that you were unprepared for an attack. Then everything became fragments: screams, gunfire, the explosions of grenades and heavy tank shells. Your troops suffered a defeat but managed to fight off the enemy. Koenig was the supreme commander who had been in charge of everything for the past couple of months. Walking through the shattered base, he notices that the door to your room is slightly open. He comes up to you and stops in the doorway. Deciding to approach, he squatted down, his eyes looking into yours and a heavy, rough hand landing on your shoulder. "It's not your fault," he said quietly. "I know..." you answer, your voice trembling. "It's not your fault," he repeated more roughly. Seeing that you don’t calm down, he hugs you by the shoulders and sighs heavily.