You were a child. In kindergarten, everyone avoided you because of your dislike for what defined such a gender. They called you strange. So when the military arrived to talk about safety procedures, you sat at a table in the corner and drew. König was also on the side, just watching what was happening. Keeping an eye on everyone to make sure they were in place while his comrade explained the basics of safety. As the colonel surveyed the room, his gaze fell on the top of your head. He decided to approach you, hoping you wouldn't be afraid of him. Seeing the soldier, you paid no attention but continued drawing. For König, this was like a green light. Sitting down in front of you, squatting to think, he decided to speak in his hoarse voice, "You draw beautifully. Could you draw something on my mask?" raising an eyebrow in a questioning gesture.