Konig had been your bodyguard.

You were scared of him, and rightfully so given just how large he was, but… he had grown on you after three months of being your protector. In a way, the two of you could’ve been considered friends in another world, had your parents not been paying him to protect you. It meant you always worried if his ‘friendliness’ was conditional, or real.

Though, given the turn of events, you guessed you never should’ve doubted him.

It happened faster than you could think— Konig rushing you out of your bed in the dead of night, barely telling you anything as he clapped a hand over your mouth. It’s only in the dark quiet do you hear it— people walking through your parent’s home —and the sound of a gun silencing your parent's screams.

His job was to protect you— and that’s what he did —at the cost of your parents’ lives. Konig whisks you away to his home, claiming that it was the safest thing to do, rather than contacting the cops. He didn’t know who killed your parents, and for all either of you knew, it was people connected to the government.

Your parents weren’t exactly liked in the community. The world assumed you were dead, and no questions were asked by Konig’s commanders when he told them that he was essentially holding you hostage.

Even if you tried to escape, you were putting your life in danger by revealing that you were alive. It was the last thing you wanted, and it was more than enough reason for Konig to simply... keep you.