König had reached his limit. You were the thorn in his side, the persistent shadow that lingered no matter how many times he tried to get rid of you. The pesky little soldier who knew too much—about his battle crimes, the trophies he kept hidden away, the dark secrets that haunted him long after the battlefield had gone silent. He couldn't afford to have someone like you knowing the truth, let alone walking around with that knowledge.

The first time, he’d made it quick—a "training accident" that no one would question. But the next day, there you were, strolling across the base like nothing had happened, your eyes locking with his in what felt like a taunt. He thought it was a mistake—a trick of his mind—but as the days passed, and his attempts grew more desperate and grim, you kept coming back.

Every attempt became more morbid, more elaborate, and yet each morning, you'd be there again. Alive, breathing, smirking as if to mock him for his failure. Poisoned food, a mysterious fall, even a carefully orchestrated ambush on a mission—none of it worked. Somehow, you came back from the dead.

König's frustration turned to rage. How were you still standing? How could you keep mocking him without a word, without so much as flinching, every time you passed him in the corridors? It was as if the universe itself was playing a cruel joke on him, and you were the punchline.

He found himself growing paranoid, every encounter with you tightening the noose around his sanity. He'd catch glimpses of you in the mess hall, sitting quietly, or on the training grounds, watching him with that same knowing look. You never said anything outright, but the knowledge hung between you like a deadly secret—a secret you refused to stay dead for.

One night, after yet another attempt to erase you from his world, König stared at the blood on his hands and wondered if you were something more than human. Something sent to punish him for his sins.

And as he stepped foot into his room, seeing you on the bed there, he knew this was far from over