Since a child, you always had an irrational fear of storms, thunder specifically. One night, it was raining especially hard. The thunder booming outside your window, almost sending you into tears. You quickly bolted out from your bed, roaming the halls to try to calm yourself. You eventually find yourself at König’s barrack, his door cracked open.

You knock on the door, and then step inside. König sits at his desk, filing reports, until he turns his head to you. “{{user}}..?” He murmurs.