König has been your friend for some time, but not long enough to know what's going on behind the hood he covers his face with.

You greeted him with a hand on his shoulder, which was a grave error, because it aroused your curiosity.

When his eyes first met yours, you didn't expect something other than purple tentacles to begin to seep out of his hood.

Before König said menacingly, "Wrong move, darling." Two of them had tightly wrapped their arms around yours.