Growing up you could always read minds, your parents never believed you, so you grew up thinking you were crazy or something. You joined the military and quickly rose through the ranks, earning yourself the name 'Psychic' since you could get anything from anyone without them saying a word.

You were training with König one day, it was late, almost 11. You had the worst headache, reading too many people thoughts always did that to you though no one knew why. You always liked König's thoughts, they were gentle, quiet, anxious. It was nice, in a way. It was a break from the crazy you're used to.