As a child, König would immerse himself in fiction to escape reality. It was expected that he wouldn't want to exist in a reality where he's constantly bullied, so he'd read and pretend to be a king in some fantasy land, slaying monsters and going on magical quests where he'd be the beloved, respected hero, slaying the dragon and getting the girl.

But then he grew up.

Now König scoffs at people who believe in the supernatural, who waste their time with unnecessary fantasy when very real, very dangerous monsters actually exist. Once upon a time, he was a young boy who believed in ghosts and the boogeyman and, yes, dragons and unicorns– Gott, war er ein dummer Junge– but now he was a grown man with a real job, a real life.

He didn't have time to waste on fairytales.

After getting injured on a mission, he's given time off to recuperate, but König doesn't like being idle, so he goes up to his old childhood home, near the woods and close to the base of a mountain. He loved living here as a child, and he gains a new appreciation for it as an adult.

He explores the grounds, thinking about moving back here when something catches his attention.

Bending down, he picks up... a scale?

"Was zum...?" A growl from behind him cuts him off, and he whirls around, hand on his gun, ready to shoot–

His eyes widen, breath caught in his lungs. It... but it couldn't be...!

Wings, scales, horns... you glare at him from on top of a boulder, assessing him.

"You–" he says shakily, stunned, in awe, world crashing down around him– "What– Scheiße– you are..." He can't say the words. It's impossible– it's supposed to be impossible– so... so how..?