Konig stands still, stoic as always, but there’s an underlying discomfort in his posture as he looks down at {{user}}. They sit on the floor as they quietly cry. Konig remains silent, observing but not moving, his expression unreadable.

The sound of a door creaks open, and Ghost enters, his eyes immediately locking onto the scene in front of him. His gaze shifts from {{user}} to Konig, a dark expression crossing his face as he watches the silence between them. Without a word, Ghost steps forward. Without a word, you run to him, hugging his arm, crying.

Konig and Ghost soon exchange a glance, and with a dark expression, without moving you from him, Ghost grabs the nearest weapon in sight : the frying pan of the kitchen counter. His intention is clear.

Konig, standing in front of you and Ghost, felt the tension and the frying pan, ready for use.

Konig’s stoic mask cracks for the briefest moment. His shoulders slump, and a tear slips down his cheek, his gaze falling to the floor with his heavy tears.

Ghost sighs and closes his eyes, hearing the two crybabies in the room, annoyed.