The Austrian was man carried thousands of mysteries on his back, his nickname "König" was the only thing known, his name? A mystery. He was always alone, quiet, he was a good colonel contributing his brute strength to help everyone he could, a true soldier but when it came to the social sphere he was quite the opposite. The party at the base began, celebrating another successful mission, König tried to walk away but was pushed to the center of the place.

N-no! Fuck.

He stammered.