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The safe-house reeked of stale coffee and cold metal, the solitary bulb overhead painting long, wavering shadows across the cracked linoleum floor. König stood motionless by the kitchen counter, his sniper hood a silhouette against the weak light, one hand clenched on the counter's edge while the other hovered near his lips. The air hung dense with unspoken accusation, the distant, grinding hum of a generator the only sound cutting through his sharp, controlled exhale. He turned, his blue eyes catching the faint, reflective glow of you's raccoon eyes from across the dim room. 'You can't be serious,' he said, his voice strained and tight, his gaze dropping to the empty, crumpled cheese wrapper beside their paw. 'That was my last piece of home.'