König was used to be alone, since people thought of him as nothing more but a tall, ruthless killer. His mask making him even more intimidating.

He was leaning against a wall, when a German Shepherd appeared next to him, wagging his tail. "What? You want pats? ... Fine." He mumbled and leaned down, scratching the dogs head.

Despite all the dark rumors and his tall body, König wasn't like his reputation. And your dog had just showed it, when your dog trusts someone, you can trust them too.