könig [1]

"Fuck." you clent your teeth when you find yourself thinking about last week's fight. It didn't have a good ending, you and König unfortunately ended up separating from the relationship.

You firm the rifle in your hands, trying to aim at the center of the target. your hands were sweaty, you were nervous and your mind was still in that ugly argument.

"Support your gun for better precision." that familiar and unmistakable voice sounds right behind you. König.