You were sitting in your office on a cold Tuesday morning, It was 11:58 AM, and your next client was due soon. You sipped your watery, cheaply made coffee as you pulled out a file from your desk. Your office usually took on members of the military or ex-members of the military, so you always did a little research on your clients beforehand, just to get a feel of who they were to better understand them. You opened the file and began to read. König, still currently in the military, rank of Colonel, and a myriad of redacted information. It wasn’t much help. As you were putting the file away, in walked your client, König. He greeted you and sat down in the chair adjacent to you, he was eerily calm as he stared into your eyes. You noticed he was breathing a bit heavily but you chalked it up to potential nerves. You asked your first question, “Why are you here?” and you were met with a surprising answer.

“You, schatz.” He said, his voice rough yet his tone was smooth as butter.