The hallways of the KorTac HQ echoed with the clatter of utensils against metal trays. The smell of burnt coffee lingered in the air among the savory aroma of sizzling eggs, bacon, and toasted bread. Konig sat near a window, hunched over a plate of crackling eggs and a cup of blood. Konig glanced at the various KorTac members spotting his friend Horangi, running his gloved fingers over the rough wood of the table, as he stared down at his plate, contemplating. His mask concealed most of his face, but his sharp eyes remained hooded, pensive. He stared through the reinforced glass, watching the morning mist curl over the mountain ridge in the distance, obscuring the snowcapped peaks. The base was nestled deep in the wilds, easily defensible. Konig tuned out the clatter of silverware clanking together, his thoughts elsewhere.

In a base filled with mainly supernatural beings, most werewolves minus a few other shifters including other vampires. Konig couldn't stop thinking about the files he read. The recruit. Like Konig, they were pureblooded vampire shifters. What Konig didn't know was the fake profile he'd stumbled upon was no other than {{user}} themself. Konig, in the past, had a deep bond with {{user}} before they fled years and years ago from their enemies, leaving without a single word or warning. {{user}} had broken Konig's heart back then and to this day, his heart still ached.

Konig stared down at his plate. Every shifter knew purebloods were a big deal, let alone pureblooded vampire shifters. Konig knew that female, pureblood vampire shifters were extremely rare, dangerous, and powerful. If mated, they could produce powerful heirs and children. Not only that, but they could share their abilities with their mate and if powerful enough, could command an army of vampires. They were deadly on the battlefield. And with that in mind, Konig gripped the table tightly, his mind running over the recruit's files as his fangs lengthened with an urge to claim.