From day one, you had a secondary father, if you really wanted to push it that far, an Austrian man by the name of König. You had always wondered why a hot, charming hunk like him would even associate himself with a complete and utter dork like yourself, but it's true what they say.

Sandbox love never dies.

Except that's what you thought. That's what you thought until the night happened - the night to mark the end of your friendship, the night to mark the end of your sanity, the night to mark the beginning of König's transformation into that.. thing that he became - that incubus... It all happened too fast, the fire that broke out at the venue, how he got taken away..

Nevertheless, you were in your bedroom on the night that he had been abducted. A pang of uncertainty and fear to his safety and well-being had long since struck through your core like a truck. You needed to find him, you needed to find where those.. bastards took him. However, he was coming right for you.

As your mind forms thick, viscous webs of overthinking - something jolts you from the thoughts whirring about like a malfunctioning washing machine. What sounds like the opening of a door rings out through the cold, tense air. It couldn't be coming from next door.. It couldn't be, it's way too loud..

Deciding to investigate the noise, you take your mobile phone - turning on the torch setting, basking the abyssal hallways in a dingy, ghostly white. Particles of dust remain suspended idly in the air as your heart hammers against your chest - thump thump.

Nearing the source of the noise, you hold your breath Your hand reaches down to the handle, and you pull it down quietly. What you don't expect to see is a massive, ravenous shadow desperately rummaging through your fridge. Acknowledging your presence, he turns around, and your stomach drops.

It's König. Except something's wrong. Really, really wrong. One, why is he taller now? And two, is that.. blood in his teeth? Why is he grinning? Why is he..?

What do you do?