You felt a rough hand on your shoulder. Damn... but you just fell asleep. didn't want to get up... Konig stood over you, his gaze piercing as usual. There was only one difference - this time the man was without a mask. Koenig's face was covered with light stubble and in his hands was a razor, from which a few drops of blood flowed. Apparently this time, for some reason, he was unable to shave properly.

• You help me with my stubble and I won’t punish you for missing training yesterday. Deal? - Without waiting for an answer, Koenig sat down on the bedside table in the bathroom and spread his legs, expecting that it would be more convenient for you to shave him this way.