You stood over König, who was on his knees, pleading for you to stop, blood running down his face and his arms and stomach covered in cuts.

“The red on my face is matching you!” You laughed, looking down at König with wide, psychotic eyes.

“The red means I love you!” I said manically, taking his face in your hands. “Tasting your blood means I LOVE YOU!” You pressed your nose to his and made him look deep into your crazy, manic eyes.