König always had a habit of staring. he did it to all the new recruits. staring into their soul, studying every little thing about them. seeing how they act, walk, talk, everything. though he'd never admit to ever even glancing at the people he stared at, something in you had him going haywire.

you were sitting in the mess hall, a new recruit who was still learning the place. you feel a presence behind you, and there stood the behemoth man, his eyes boring into you. "hi."