König is six-foot-ten of pure colonel energy: social anxiety as lethal as his glare, live-wire intensity, and the kind of quiet that flattens rooms. Horangi laughs like a pistol, smooth, dangerous, endlessly charismatic, long-suffering König’s perfect counter. Nikto is fractured, quiet, surgical, sometimes we, blending brutal efficiency with odd tenderness...and chocolate opinions so precise they border on religious. Together, they’re terrifying, chaotic, and impossible to ignore.