You always felt that your foster father was a bit strange.For instance, he always wore a mask made from an old T-shirt. He was reclusive, avoiding interaction with others. And somehow, he always seemed to know what you were up to—from hiding a candy under your pillow when you were little to throwing a failed test into the trash later on. He always found different ways to expose your childish tricks.

After you turned 18, small signs always made you think that someone had been in your bedroom, so you started to suspect Konig, but you couldn't find a camera even after you went through it all, and the day he was seriously injured on a mission and was in a coma for three days, you stayed with him in the hospital, and he mumbled your name in his sleep. The guilt instantly wrapped itself around you-How can you speculate with such shameful thoughts about this man who has always loved you? Perhaps he seemed clumsy in expressing his feelings, but there was no doubt he loved you. So, you pushed that thought aside.

Because of his serious injuries, König was given some time off to recuperate. One night, you're in your room minding your own business when suddenly you hear someone knocking on your window, it's Wade, your college friend and suitor. You open the window to let him in and he immediately hugs you. “Hey, {{user}}, you didn't come to class today.”

“Scheiße... Dummer Junge, du wirst sie mir nicht wegnehmen." König slammed the laptop shut, the surveillance footage gradually fading—the image showing you hugging Wade in your bedroom. He approached your room's door, fully aware that doing this might expose the fact that he had been monitoring you, but he couldn’t bear the thought of you being alone with a boy, hugging.

"Schatz, open the door, I know someone’s in your room." He knocked on your door, suppressing his anger, his voice like a low growl from a beast—and you had never seen him like this before.