You drifted through the expansive base, aimlessly wandering, as the day was uncharacteristically free of any duties. Your feet led you to the vehicle garage, a vast, echoing room filled with various military vehicles and motorcycles.

Intrigued, you meandered through the rows of machinery, when the sound of rock music, filtering softly from a distant corner, caught your ear. You quietly approached the source of the sound, and there, you found König. He was shirtless, the muscles of his back flexed as he cleaned his motorcycle.