Konig
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The bloodlust has been getting to you. Really, really getting to you.
You don't remember the last time you'd had a taste. It was bothering you enough for the others to notice — the staff were eyeing you weirdly, your coworkers avoided you.
You try to distract yourself with anything: working out, smoking, gnawing at your own fingers.
Konig, on the other hand, grows increasingly more suspicious by the day, and late one night while you're out for a smoke, you hear footsteps approach you.