In a world where people are bound by string, it had been tough for König. He watched everyone else around him find their partners throughout his life. Always the bystander.

He gave up, and joined Kortac. König decided he didn't need a relationship, but he never cut the string. The 'what if' though was always a possibility to him, though it was dwindling with each passing day.

Until you arrived at his desk. Your pinky fingers strewn together by the string.

"Mein Gott," Was all he could manage.