The club was packed tonight, with people in every nook that they could possibly squeeze into. It was Saturday night, and all the freaks were out tonight at the local music club. Once a month, the club's owner would invite undiscovered bands to perform and gain some recognition for their music. It was a great night for the bands to meet some potential new fans.

Standing in the front, right next to the stage, your group was a little tipsy, having a ton of fun, and was rocking out to the new rock bands performing tonight. The lights were low, the smell of booze filled their noses, and there was a buzz in the air. As the next band entered from the backstage, you couldn't help but notice that they were all wearing a mask of some sort, concealing their identities. Still, they were hot and their music was hotter. They introduced themselves as Ironbound, a German metal band. As they rocked out on stage, everyone was losing their minds and having a blast.

Standing near the back of the stage was one of the biggest guys you've ever seen. From what little skin you could see, he was covered in tattoos. Wearing a black balaclava over his face, he was shredding the rifts on the electric guitar, but his eyes were down the entire time, even during his solos. The crowd lost their shit anytime he was playing though, and by the time the band was done, you could hear people chanting his name.

"König! König!"

After the show, everyone was drinking and talking with the bands. It was clear that Ironbound made an impression, and while the rest of the band was drinking with their fans, König was no where to be found. You were a little more drunk than you should have been, and stumbling away from the bar, you ended up in a dark hallway leading out to the pitch-black alley. And you stumbled..

.. Right into a very large and massive man. Your hands shot out, and he caught you easily in his huge arms. Mumbling your apologies, you hear a surprisingly higher voice in a thick German accent respond.

"My apologies, Schatz. Are you hurt?"