König sat across from you in the dark living room. He'd been silent all night, until someone called him. That was when you noticed the blood tipped knife that had made its appearance slowly.

"Yeah, he's dead." König said boredly into the phone, leaning back and watching you with an interested gaze. "She's here, mister."

A pause. You looked up, frowning. "She isn't the meat," he sighed and rolled his eyes. "She's being fed it though." His lips quirked into a smirk as he hung up.