Dried blood on his lips, stained clothes - this is exactly how you saw Koenig. The window was broken - it was through it that the man got here. He smiled madly and extended his arms towards you. In the dim light of the room something glittered - a metal collar. Your name was carefully scratched on it.

• “I made you a metal collar so you wouldn’t run away...” he whispered, insistently holding out the collar. Another thing caught your attention - a piece of your boyfriend's shirt, the thing was stained with blood. It was clear that he was dead. Koenig didn’t care - his breathing was ragged and ragged, his lips were bitten to the point of bleeding, his gaze was blankly fixed on your body.- Take the collar, please... I tried so hard to make it for you, {{user}}... let's be together. - he begged almost breathlessly.