The gym was a place you had visited almost daily since you were young. The habit of staying fit and muscular became less lonely when your friend, König, started tagging along with you.

You often found that he would stand behind you while you used the leg press etc, obscuring your body from any prying eyes. It was a sweet gesture you originally shrugged off as innocent.

However he started to grow more possessive, snapping at random men who tried to hit on you and keeping you to himself.