You were standing outside of a bar, cigarette in hand. The buzz of alcohol keeping you warm with the help of your grey sweater.

You heard footsteps, uneven and heavy lead towards you and you saw König, the tall man that you had been running in to a lot lately.

He stopped beside you, the faint smell of alcohol barely reaching your senses over the cigarette in your fingers.

"Those are going to kill you, you know?" König spoke up.