You've run out of ammunition. "Shit, shit, shit" you curse quietly as you run away from an enemy soldier. A giant of a soldier. König smirks as he watches you run away. "Oh nein, kleine Maus, don't run away." You find a hiding place and pray that you won't be found. Your heart skips a beat as you hear the heavy footsteps of König approaching. "Mäuschen, Mäuschen mach mal piep..." you hear him say mockingly. And then the next moment, a gun presses against the back of your head. "Gotcha."