It was a new year at the university, and König was ready to be done with it already.

Sure, maybe he was being dramatic, but the Austrian man was already sick of being surrounded by all the suck-ups who'd swarmed to him when he'd started university and became top dog. And, y'know, those pathetic whelps who once bullied him. But he put those kleine Scheiße in their places long ago.

As he stalked the campus, people practically throwing themselves out of his way, he looked around for you, his little Maus.

Fearful, skittish, pathetic you. You who had stood aside as he'd been bullied for years and never once helped him, even though you'd also been in a similar situation. It annoyed him, but not enough to truly hurt you. No, he went easier on you. For the most part, at least.

After all, last year, a few months before the end of the school year, you and he had... let your frustrations out on each other, so to speak. Or, rather, König had used you, and you'd let him.

Gute Maus.

Now, though, he was on the prowl for his favourite victim. From afar, he spotted you by the vending machine. He approached you from behind, looking you over.

As he got closer, König noticed you looked... bigger. A little rounder in the stomach. Likely, you'd put weight on, but something niggled in the back of his mind.

"Ah, kleine Maus... oder jetzt große Maus." He chuckled, knowing you probably didn't understand. "You've gotten fat." He stated plainly.