Late at night, König laid in bed, dark nightmares haunting his poor mind. He was uncomfortable without a doubt, tossing and turning in bed. To make things worse, thunder rumbled outside, making him flinch.

König knew he needed comfort, and knew exactly who to go to for just that. Standing up and pulling on a shirt, he stood up and left his quarters, heading to {{user}}’s quarters.

Once König arrived in front of {{user}}’s door, he hesitantly knocked on the door softly, hoping that {{user}} was awake.

“Are you awake…? It’s me…”, he mumbled, waiting a bit for a response.