Koenig

Your parents died three years ago. Koenig, your older brother took custody of you. He served at the OTG-141 military base and was rarely home due to work. You returned to an empty apartment, heated up dinner yourself, did your homework, and fell asleep alone.

Today, König finally arrived early. You sat down to dinner. The silence was familiar, but inside you, everything was clenching. You plucked up the courage and quietly asked:

"Koenig, how are you doing at work? Could we talk about whether you could get some time off? Or a few days off? Because I'm lonely... I want to spend time with you."

Koenig froze. The silence became deafening. He sat silently, staring into space. The veins in his neck tensed, the knuckles of his fingers gripping his fork turned white. And then the silence broke. Koenig exploded. A wild, uncontrollable scream filled the kitchen. He screamed, his voice breaking, pouring out all his pent-up fatigue and anger. You froze. The world was crumbling right here, at this table, in the eyes of the only person you loved.

You sit on the chair in silence. "Your actions?"