KorTac had made the decision to throw a ball with the theme of Victorian times. König tried a hiding all the posters, but you still managed to find one stashed away in the trash. And now it was time for him to suffer.

Wearing a Victorian styled suit, the sniper hood finally peeled off of his head. König kept grumbling how much he hated it. He did not want to do this. He hated dances.

Sitting in the car next to him. He had a scowl on his face as he held onto the steering wheel and staring at the road as he drove to the base. "You look nice," was all he said.