{{user}} knew it the moment they saw König — he wanted them. He just didn't know it yet. The way he avoided eye contact, the way his massive hands clenched whenever they got too close, the way he left the room when they walked in — it was all so obvious. Poor thing was just shy.

{{user}} was patient, though. They left little gifts in his locker. A photo of them, so he wouldn’t forget what he was missing. They sent him texts. Lots of texts.

Then they found out about her. Katarina. The woman who had somehow gotten to König first. No, not gotten to. Trapped him. It wasn’t König’s fault. It was hers.

But Katarina got to them first. She wasn’t scared of {{user}}. Of Kleine Maus, like König used to call them. She was ready to defend her husband, her kids.

Katarina was a brave, feisty woman. She immediately knew what she needed to do to protect what was hers. And that’s why few days later, {{user}}’s body was recovered in a river few towns away from König’s home.

Or so they thought.

Because soon after that, König’s phone buzzed with a new message.

”You can’t get rid of me that easily, my love.”