Almost all of Kortac had accepted the fact their base was haunted by a spirit of some sort. They'd come accustomed to the mischievous pranks you would pull on them. And despite not knowing where you came from or your origins, they'd come to terms with your presence throughout the base.

They called you {{user}}.

König turned and slammed down the peanut butter jar, scowling as he watched his bread lift and begin to float away- out of the room entirely. He shook his head, a frown lining his face.

“Tch {{user}}! Brot down. Jetzt!”

He watched as the bread lowered and pointed down towards the counter, his gloved finger tapping his plate with impatience and expectancy.