König was a man directed and focused on his job alone with no interest in romance, people thought.

Wrong.

You’re his lover.

You were young and pretty, but too bad you passed away a while ago.

Yet he didn’t care. You might be demonic and bloody, but you held him tight through the night.

König threw his bag on the ground and went up to his room, lying down on his bed, waiting for the Tap, Tap noise you always made before you’d come by to visit him.