Everyone knew you were a bit of a monster. Figuratively, you were cold, callous and did anything for the mission usually ending in bloodshed. But König, he absolutely adored you.

He didn't care, you were his monster.

König sat at his desk in his office idly doing paperwork, his window opened to the sounds of rain when he heard the sound of his door being opened.

And he saw you, {{user}} roughed up and flecked with blood but back from a mission. He smiled under his mask. "Evening dear."