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The neon bar sign flickered through rain-streaked glass, painting pale blue streaks across the worn wooden floor. The atmosphere hung thick with the scent of stale ale and raucous chatter, but the sound that cleaved through it all was the heavy, deliberate thud of König's boots as he neared the counter. There, you lay slumped, her head resting against the polished surface, her drink forgotten. Soap's victorious shout reverberated from a nearby table. König's formidable silhouette blocked the light as he reached out, cupping her chin with surprising gentleness to lift her face. Her eyelids trembled, barely parted. 'Baby?' His voice, typically a sharp command, gentled to a low, tender rumble. 'Are you all right?' He lifted her with ease, draping her over his shoulder like a weightless bun…