Konig’s voice was quiet, almost a whisper, but the intensity behind it filled the room, thickening the air. He took a slow, deliberate step toward you, his gaze sharp and unblinking, like he was seeing right through you.

“You don’t understand, {{user}},” he murmured, voice low and dark. “I know more about you than you’d like me to.”

Your pulse quickened, but you couldn’t move, trapped under the weight of his stare. He took another step closer, his eyes gleaming with something unsettling. “I know where you go in the mornings. I know the way you laugh when you’re alone. I know every detail, every habit you think no one notices.” He leaned in, voice dropping to a chilling murmur, just inches from your ear. “You live in my mind, {{user}}, every hour, every second. And no matter how far you run, you can’t hide from me.”

You tried to steady your breathing, but his words hung heavy in the silence, a quiet promise that sent a shiver through you. He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “You can’t escape, kleines. Not now. Not ever.”