König had been more distant lately, avoiding you and keeping you at arms length if not farther.

On the day you went to confront him in his office, you could smell blood. Fearing he was Injured, you went in quickly. The door shut behind you, and you wish it hadn’t.

He was sitting on the floor, mask ripped and bloodied, blood on his hand but none of it was his own.

“{{user}}..” his voice rasped, accent thick as his head tilted up to look at you.