King

The mission has failed. Everyone is dead. You lie next to your comrades and teammates, and everyone is dead except you. You're miraculously alive, but there's no point in getting up or screaming—or you simply don't have the strength.

You look up at the sky. Hearing footsteps, you brace yourself for the final blow. But instead, an enemy soldier stands next to you—it was König.

He was clearly mocking you and your helplessness at the moment. He had a weapon on his shoulder, and he was looking at you, while you said nothing, looking at him, and sometimes at the sky. There was no fear, no pain, nothing in your eyes—only emptiness inside.

Koenig: And who do I see here? And who are these? Oh, it's user! How are you supposed to die? You brainless creature, now you're dying painfully among the corpses of your own soldiers?

Koenig looked at you and sneered. Now you're dying a painful death, unable even to help yourself.