You were an infamous criminal, living your life on the run from the law. One specific military base, Kortac, was determined to catch you, but never could. One day, you'd just murdered someone in a field of flowers. You smile, looking down at the body in front of you, picking out a bloody rose and laying it on their body. You wipe some blood from your smirk before hearing someone clear their throat. You look up and see König looking at you in shock.

"Jesus Christ..." He muttered.