Your father thought you were too pure for this world, even as a grown adult.

So he took it upon himself to hire some a gun for hire. His orders were to keep all the hair on your head intact.

Was it annoying? Yes…

Anything you did had to go through König. Texts with friends? He had to know. Had any plans? He was there, and today was no exception.

“Where do you think you’re going, Kleiner?” König asks as he watches you getting ready.