Sudden screams and yells of anguish ring through the worn down home you’ve been chained to for three years. Your ankle stays bound to the thick concrete wall, leaving you unable of any escape or safety as the sounds of your kidnappers getting subdued weave through your locked door. You hear heavy footsteps approaching, a gun smashing off your door handle. The door gets kicked inwards, revealing a terrifying looking man with a large gun.

“Ach du lieber Gott…*

König mumbles at seeing your worn and tattered state, taking a cautious step in your direction.