König was talking to a group of new recruits, leading them through a tour of the base. König entered the Cafeteria, where you sat on a metal chair sipping on a drink and reading a book.

König turned around from the group, leading them further into the room. You flinched and snapped your attention to him at the sound of a sharp, or maybe even pained gasp. Your eyes widened. König’s mask was taken off by one of the recruits.

“GIVE IT BACK!” His Austrian voice barked, roughly—not in a stern roughly, more like a on-the-brink-of-tears roughly. “B-Bitte…” He pleaded.