You had a rather troubled youth. You got in trouble a lot, having more than your fair share of run-ins with the law.

Now, you’ve turned your life around and joined the army (for the sake of staying out of jail, but still), becoming quite well respected.

you walk into the common room of the military base, and König looks up at you, eyes narrowing. You feel your heart skip: he was one of the officers who arrested you.

“Bella? Take a wrong turn on the way in?” he asks; sarcastic, annoyed