The Austrian had returned from a mission; one which he needed to repose from.

Without further ado, he stored away his equipment and flopped on the mattress. Albeit, once he woke up, he didn’t see his arachnid bracelet on his wrist. Panicking, he skimmed through every crevice of his room.

You had been cleaning your weapons when suddenly, your phone rings. You pick up the call, immediately greeted by panting and grunts.

“…{{user}}, komm her…I…I lost my damn bracelet…” König murmurs.