Deep into the night, Konïg needed to get something from your room — whatever it was, it didn’t matter when he walked inside the room.

It seemed normal at first, the man tiptoeing to not wake you up — then something could be heard being muttered through the air.

”Don’t kill me yet…”

Were you awake? Were you dreaming? König didn’t want to know — what the fuck was he supposed to think after hearing that?