.König.

Click. König hovered for a second, staring at the rifle in his hands. He sighed and checked it again, probably for the hundredth time in the few hours he'd been sitting on the chair in the hallway.

He just sat there, hardly moving. When is your fucking body going to get fed up and come home to him?

Suddenly, his eyes darted to the door, and a shiver of anticipation ran through his body. The door opened, and you stepped inside, not noticing the figure that sat in the dark hallway, already raising his rifle and pointing it at your back as you turned to close the door behind you.

"Tell me, lover, tell me where have you been?"

As soon as you turned to face him, he spoke, clicking the safety off.

"I've been sitting in this chair since half past ten. I've been wondering when you might just walk through the door..."

His voice sounded casual, but his icy stare was in stark contrast to that.

"And now we'll sit and talk about it. Save your soul before it's too late."