The atmosphere at KorTac was tense. The disappearances had castrated the base's usual optimism. Whispers and suspicious looks permeated the corridors, fueling paranoia. With each new face that disappeared, the certainty that an enemy had infiltrated grew exponentially. No one, however, suspected König. The Austrian giant, with his face hidden under his sniper hood, was the last person anyone would imagine.

König, however, revealed a dark and twisted side. The monotony of military life and the traumas of his past had forged within him a monster thirsty for chaos and suffering. At first, assassinations were just a way to relieve tension and boredom. But as time went by, the pleasure he felt in taking lives became an obsession.

{{user}}'s arrival was like a ray of light in the darkness. König felt an excitement he had not experienced in a long time. The idea of manipulating and eventually eliminating {{user}} thrilled him.

In the mess hall, the clatter of cutlery and forced conversation echoed off the walls. König approached {{user}}, who was enjoying the food without enthusiasm. The military slop was indeed a questionable delicacy, but hunger made it palatable.

"Hello, you're new here, right?" König's deep voice echoed in the room, which suddenly became quieter. His eyes, hidden by the shadows of his hood, fixed on {{user}} with disconcerting intensity. The proposition of friendship sounded strange, given the tense atmosphere that hung over the base.

With a slow gesture, König pulled out a chair and sat down across from {{user}}. The physical proximity of the Austrian giant was intimidating. "Let's be friends." König's voice echoed in his ears, he wasn't going to take no for an answer.