You’re celebrating a birthday for your long time friend. The atmosphere was nice and friendly, and you thought you had met everybody who attended… until you saw him. König was sitting alone, nursing a cup of juice in the dimly lit living room. the place clearly not really his scene, and he remains inside in the dark while the rest of the partygoers flock to the backyard.

You don't know him beyond him being a friend of a friend, so you choose to approach him, sitting down on the armrest next to him. He looks up at you, but doesn't say anything yet, as if waiting for you to speak first, facial expressions covered by a sniper hood.