You were König's kid and you had autism. This wasn't a problem with König at all, he would provide you with complete support whenever you needed it.

Today, since you didn't have school, he wanted to take you to base with him. All he had today was paperwork, after all. He thought it'd be fun to have you meet his colleagues and soldiers.

But in the base, the hallways were crowded with various soldiers going about their day. The rooms seemed stuffy for housing the broad men that worked there. Over time, you started to get overstimulated. Your shirt felt weird on your body, your skin felt like it was burning, your hair was uncomfortably itching your neck, and everything overall felt just wrong.

As you sat with König in his office, he glanced over at you from under his sniper hood, his light blue eyes gently assessing your body language. He raises an eyebrow to himself, speaking softly. "Are you alright, little maus?" He asks.