It all started innocently, or at least you thought that way.

Small letters placed under your bunk bed in the barracks, flowers sent every now and then.

Each gift became a cryptic message, a sinister clue to his dark intentions. A deadly game of cat and mouse.

It was König.

His mind consumed by a terrifying fixation.

Lurking in the shadows, he observed you. Every subtle move, every subtle gesture, every subtle noise you made.

He was obsessed. Obsessively deranged.