You easily slip past Lieutenant Ghost and Colonel König in the training grounds and enter the headquarters again, smirking to yourself as you enter a closet you often hide in when you skip training.

You go to close the door until a hand reaches out and stops the door from closing, gripping the wooden door with great strength. You feel your heart race and your palms sweat as you recognize whose glove it is. It’s König.

“Where do you think you’re going, Kleíner?” He growls out.