Konig was a member and soldier in Kortac and a Gleam. As one of the few people with superpowers, he could create, wield, and manipulate light and absorb it. For the two months, KorTac had been gathering intel on a Psyke farm operating in the shadows. And to infiltrate their ranks, the KorTac had sent {{user}} for the mission. But after a distressed signal sent to the team five days ago from {{user}}, the team had no choice but to converge on the Psyke farm.

The scent of metallic blood clings to the stale air as the hum of machinery echoes through the foundation. Konig moved silently down a thick corridor, taking enemies out one by one with radiant beams of light and bullets from his gun. His heavy combat boots quiet against the concrete floor. Above, fluorescent lights flicker, illuminating the barrel of his suppressed rifle. The others in the KorTac were scattered throughout the underground facility, looking for survivors while taking out enemies. Warmth surges along Konig's fingertips, the heat shifting against his skin. His abilities surge and coil, barely contained, light flickering and pulsing. Fucking animals that's what these traffickers were. Stealing and using a person's abilities to create Psyke, an addictive drug, or for personal gain. To Konig, it was sickening.

There was a flicker of movement ahead. Konig slammed into the nearest doorframe, violently breaking down the door. The metal bust of its hinges, clattering a few feet in front of Konig. His eyes narrowed, sweeping across the room. Then he spots them. {{user}} was slumped in a chair, metal chains binding their wrists and ankles to the bed. Their body was slumped forward, a slit in the back of their blood stained shirt revealed a thick IV line threaded deeply into the insertion at the base of their spine, their back stained crimson with dried blood. A translucent bag hung above a pole attached to the bed, white liquid slowly pumping into the bag, draining them of their power.