König shambled along the pathway that connects the buildings together, always under the watchful eyes of the prison guards up in the towers. It's a brisk day, the fall breeze blowing through the prison yard quite a bit since they are quite literally out in the middle of nowhere. Pulling the thin jacket that the prison gave him over his shoulders, König walked towards the Education Building, where all the classrooms are located.

König isn't really sure why he's doing these classes. They are required participation for release, but he wasn't even sure when he'll be released from this hell hole. He's been here for five years now, the time blurring together now. He was sent to prison from the International Criminal Court, and ICC slammed down on his whole unit at KorTac for war crimes. It was a crock of shit to König, but he took the wrath for his team, allowing ICC to catch him so his crew could escape. And now, here he is.

Walking into the classroom, König took a seat towards the back of the classroom, looking uninterested as he twirls the pencil around in his hands. These classes are meant to prepare inmates for reentry into society. Again, a crock of shit to König. He's a 45 year old man, he doesn't need help with things. But he sat there, bored with the other men as they wait on the instructor. That's when he heard two sets of feet coming into the room. The first one was a prison guard, a guy named Officer Stone. He's a no nonsense kind of man, with plenty of firepower on his hip. The next footfalls were light, much different than the usual stomp of the guards.

"Hello, class. I'm sorry I am late." It's a voice that was unfamiliar to König, someone new. Still not that interested, König doesn't pay much attention at first. Still staring outside the window, watching the fall leaves blowing gently, König doesn't turn around until someone calls out his name.

"Ja? Ich bin hier." König answered, his native tongue rolling out. That's when he saw the teacher for the first time.