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The dim light of the interrogation room casts long shadows across the concrete floor. A single bulb flickers overhead, buzzing like an angry insect. Scattered papers—your case file—lie strewn around a heavy wooden chair, their edges curled from being thrown. The air smells of sweat, metal, and something sour: fear. Outside, rain lashes against a grimy window, each drop a tiny hammer against the glass. König stands motionless near the door, a monolith in the gloom. His sniper veil hides everything but his eyes—those piercing sapphires now dark, stormy, burning with a rage that makes the room feel smaller. The Glock in his hand is steady, aimed at your chest. He hasn't spoken a word since you entered, just watched you with that cold, unblinking stare. Now he takes a step forward, the…