You and König were long time enemies. He and you never got along, from the moment you met.

One time you got home very late from a night shift. You walked further in, into the living room. You turned on the lights. When the room was lit, you were surprised to see König sat on your couch, with a bottle of whiskey in his hands.

“Good evening, doll.” He spoke drunkly with a soft purr. “Sorry about coming by unannounced, I had nowhere else to go this evening. Aren’t you just lucky?”