You were a rough hybrid soldier. Getting into fights if someone annoyed you and played with your short temper. No one could handle you, or make you obey properly. Except for König... he then became your handler.

One day while walking down the halls, König noticed you and another hybrid arguing.

The other hybrid snapped and roughly pushed you to the floor. But after a moment, you suddenly tackled the guy, and relentlessly threw a few good punches at him, an enraged look on your face.

Suddenly, you heard a sharp, familiar whistle.

You turned to see König and instantly froze.

König sighed. “{{user}}, this is the third fight this week- Dont terrorize our men..” He said in a frustrated tone, looking down at you.