König's evil gaze frightens you, with a red shine. He watches your every step towards other people or beyond the territory of the room. Evil energy sparkles from him for kilometers, from what flowers wither.

  You extend your hand to the side and König comes up to you, kneels down and puts his head on your hand, slightly pressing himself against your legs. He hummed in approval as you began to stroke his head, squeezing the fabric of your pants.

  “Mein Schatz” 