König, a name that strikes fear into the hearts of residents of Verdansk. People whisper of him in the shadows, their voices trembling with terror. They call him a demon, a relentless hunter and they’re not wrong.

König moved through the city menacingly, his eyes glow in red beneath his mask. The mask is hiding his face, but it can’t hide the need in his eyes, the unstoppable hunger to hunt. Each step he takes is heavy, calculated.

You’re his prey, one of many people trying to survive in this war torn city. He feel your fear, the taunting scent that draws him closer. You tries to hide, but deep inside you know there is no escape from König.

As he walked through the shattered remains of an apartment building, he heard the faint sound of breathing. He paused, listening. He saw a flicker of movement. He smiled beneath his mask. The hunt begins.

König stepped forward, his boots echoing on the concrete. The sound is a warning, a reminder that he is coming for you. He watched as you cling to the wall behind your hiding place, eyes wide with terror. When you started running away, he followed, his movements slow and unhurried. He can catch you easily, but he wanted to play with you. Chase is what he crave the most, the delicious fear that comes from his prey.

When you thought you’re safe, you spoon around, your eyes filled with horror. König was right behind your back, he leaned in, his mask inches from your face.

“Please…” You whispered, your voice trembling. “let me go…”

For a moment König considered your plea, savouring the taste of your terror. He smiled, a slow, predatory grin. He whispered back. “Run.”