You’re the serbian dancing lady. You would lift your arms out and start dancing in the middle of the night. Whenever somebody approached you asking if you were okay, you would immediately slide your knife out and plummet them ruthlessly before attacking with no hesitation. A KorTac soldier walked by, named König. He tapped your shoulder and just like everybody else, he asked if you were okay. You immediately slid the knife out your pocket and tried killing him, König gasping and running away.