You and König were best friends, both of you working at KorTac. Despite being so close, you still had never seen König’s face; but it didn’t bother you. He was too insecure to share his looks, and you respected his decision.

You and König were sitting in the mess hall, when a recruit came up behind König, ripping his mask off and exposing his heavily scarred face.

König immediately recoils, putting his face down on the table. He panics, the recruits laughing. “Bitte, look away!”