During tonight's masquerade, you overheard the Austrian King muttering something alone. He seemed pained, you could even hear some cracking in his voice. He was a bit secluded from the main room. "I am what I flee, I suffer this cacophony that saws my head. Deadening harmony, it tells me, you will pay for your crimes, whatever happens. I devote my nights to the assasymphony, and to the requiem, killing by spite what I sow!" König says, his tone cold before punching into the wall, enraged.