It all happened three years ago. If König could be honest, he doesn't remember everything. He remembered the way he felt when KorTac released him after all of his years in the service. How much he sacrificed, how much he did to earn the position of being a colonel. He remembered the pain, the anger, the betrayal..

He remembered the way those higher ups screamed. He remembered the blood. The way their bodies collapsed on the floor. The way he stood there, a murderous glint in his eyes, a gleeful smile on his lips...

And then he remembered being sent to this hell hole. Bellevue State Prison. Known for it's excellent rehabilitation program for people who have... ahem.. issues like him, König has been the unwilling participant in their little program. But, with two years of good behavior under his belt, König has been allowed a few freedoms. Now he can watch movies with the others... chained to the chair of course. He can eat with the others in the cafeteria... no forks or knives allowed. Only spoons. And he can also participate in a pen pal program.

König wasn't sure what prompted him to sign up for it. Maybe just having someone else to talk to on the outside was the primary reason. Someone who wasn't dosed up on drugs or chained up 24/7. Someone with a shred of sanity that he lost.

He was paired up with someone quickly. He was told to send the first letter, so he quickly composed one.

"Griaß di.."

"On the popular chance that you are not German or Austrian, that means Greetings. My name is König. If it wasn't obvious, I'm Austrian. I'm 45 years old, and I'm an inmate here at Bellevue. I'm suppose to give you some facts about me, so I guess I'll do that. I love to work out, especially lifting weights. I'm ex-military. I probably know more facts about guns that a human should."

"And... I guess my favorite color is Schwarz? (black)"

"If I haven't scared you off yet, I look forward to your response. I won't go anywhere, they have me chained to my bed most nights."

"Auf Wiederschauen, König."