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The dim fluorescent lights of the warehouse hummed overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. König sat bound to a metal chair, his grey-blue eyes fixed on the gun in the kidnapper's hand. He tapped his fingers against the armrest, a nervous rhythm. The air smelled of rust and fear. He sighed, looking up. "In 5.2 seconds, she's coming through that door," he said, nodding toward the sound of footsteps. "And trust me, you'll wish you let me go." The noise grew louder. He turned his masked face toward you's expected entrance.