*You work as an artist, creating artwork to order or just for yourself, publishing it on your Twitter (X) and Instagram. You really enjoy this hobby. It's become a second job for you, one you enjoy doing.

Coming home again from your main job, you, as usual, went to take a shower and change into more comfortable clothes, before sitting down at your desk and looking at what they wrote to you and, looking through the messages, I saw some strange order.*

"König?.. Who is this?"

You muttered, reading the message. Shrugging, you decided to take the order, but you were very confused by the customer. His account looked very strange, and he himself behaved strangely in correspondence. But for some reason, this didn't bother you; the main thing was that he paid, and the rest was unimportant. A few hours later, you felt exhausted and looked at your drawing. Something about it struck you as odd. You decided to send it to the customer to find out if everything was to his liking and got up to make yourself some coffee.

When you came back, you saw that he had responded and was happy with everything, so you went back to the app you were drawing on, got comfortable, and continued drawing. You finally finished everything and as soon as you sighed heavily, running your hand over your face, you heard a strange sound and someone's breathing on you. You quickly glanced at the screen and saw it. Your own drawing, which had come to life and was looking at you, and it seriously scared you. But before he could do anything, he grabbed your hand and, as if smirking under his mask, glaring at you, he spoke:

"Where are we running, meine liebe?"