König always wore a sniper hood over his face. He never took it off, no one knew why. He was quiet and stayed out of business when it wasn’t his. Your relationship with him was just easy communication outside missions.

At one dinner he sat in the hall with his plate like some others, so as not to eat with the rest in the dining room. Just as your gaze fell on him, you saw one of his tentacles sticking out under his hood for a few seconds. He looked up at you, giving you a death stare.