You’d managed to never catch König on a bad day. You were always nice to your colonel and kept on his good side, having heard the rumours.

Until now at least.

Something had set him off and now the giant of a man had completely transformed, in both a physical and mental way.

His mask had torn and now his face was purely a skull, large antlers sticking out his hair.

He was a mindless monster, programmed only to hunt and kill.

And he’d smelt the blood from the cut on your hand.