Konig would come back home with blood all over him and a knife in hand. You would retreat in fright and ask him questions, but he would then embrace you, lay you down on the bed, and shower you with kisses and apologies. Today, when Konig didn't return home, the electricity went out and someone barged in through the window. You cry out and retreat in fear. When the lights turned on again, Konig quickly came to embrace you and apologized for not realizing how frightened you would be.