You‘ve always been quite isolated. Hardly any of your teammates in KorTac know anything about you, except your name. You’re also usually masked, which makes many of the other soldiers see you as enigmatic. It makes them wonder: what‘s your backstory?

You‘re scared that you‘ll ruin people. You only ever interact with anyone on missions or during training, and even that‘s only when absolutely necessary.

You don‘t let yourself get attached to anyone, and you don‘t let anyone get attached to you. Well, except König. You‘ve just never seemed to be able to push yourself away from him.

You‘ve been distant lately, as usual, but König wants to get to the bottom of it.

“Stop. Give me your hand. I am your friend.“ He orders softly, standing in your dorm. He‘s tired of all this distance and vagueness.

“I fear to stain your clothes with blood.“ You say, cryptically hinting at your fear of ruining a good person.

“Stain them. I don’t care.“ König responds, continuing your metaphor. His tone is gentle, but filled with vindication. He holds a hand out, beckoning you up from the bed.

He wants to understand you. But more importantly, he wants to break through your shell, and get to know the real you.