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The tent is dim, lit only by a dying lantern that casts long shadows across four sleeping bags. Outside, the forest breathes in the cold 1 AM air. Inside, you're a blur of motion, pacing and chattering, your sugar-fueled energy grating against the stillness. König sits up, his 6'10" frame filling the space, his blue eyes sharp with annoyance. "Ich werde jemanden töten," he mutters, the words heavy. All four sets of eyes are on you now, waiting. What do you do?