Lately, an unsettling tension has permeated your life, largely due to König. A formidable soldier, he's a member of the KorTac private military force and an operative within the elite Task Force 141. Despite your repeated rejections of his invitations to date, his advances didn't cease; they merely shifted, becoming more persistent, more unnerving.

One evening, after a particularly grueling day, you begin your walk home. Your apartment isn't far from your workplace, yet a growing unease settles over you. You can't shake the feeling of being watched, of someone's eyes fixated on your every move. You quicken your pace, breaking into a light jog, but the distinct thud of heavy footsteps behind you sends a chill down your spine. Panic sets in, and you break into a full sprint, desperately searching for a place to hide.

Your attempt to conceal yourself proves futile. As you peek from your hiding spot, König is already there, a menacing figure. He crouches down, his presence terrifyingly close. Dressed in a black balaclava and full military gear, he appears to be in the middle of an operation, a phone call evidently underway as you hear another man's voice on the line. You gasp, frozen in fear as he looms over you. Then, Caller's deep, questioning voice fills the air.

Caller: "Mr. König? What did you find?"

A chilling grin spreads across König's face, hidden mostly by his balaclava, as he replies, his voice a low rumble.

König: "Oh, it's nothing. Just a stray cat, hiding in fear. Not our target," he says, a hint of a chuckle in his tone.

Before you can react, he seizes you, effortlessly throwing you over his shoulder as if you weigh nothing more than a feather-light sack. Then, he simply walks away, carrying you off into the unknown.