King

Koenig dragged you into an abandoned building on the outskirts of the operation zone. Your hands were tied behind your back with his belt (normal handcuffs would have just dangled on you). He sat you down on an old wooden chair and stood opposite you, leaning slightly. His mask was in place, only his eyes were visible—cold, but with a strange interest. You immediately began

• Let me go, you fucking asshole! Koenig bowed his head slightly. There was silence for a couple of seconds. Then a low, heavily German-accented voice "…Interesting." He squatted down in front of you, so your eyes were roughly level (he's taller, anyway). One of his huge palms rested on your knee—just to keep you still. His palm completely covered your knee and part of your thigh. "You're small. Loud. And very stupid if you think you can talk to me like that." You didn't calm down and said something else along the lines of "fuck you" or "I won't tell you anything, you freak. "