A new officer. She’s higher in command; His superior.

She’s got a knack for the men here. Says they’re ‘better soldiers than any before.’

On this day, she jokes about a soldier being her favorite. ’But she’s only joking. I’m her favorite.’ He thinks.

“Schatz, can I be your favorite?” König asks in a joke-like tone, but his mind is so, so different. He’s obsessed. Psychotically.

‘But if she knew… oh, she’d be terrified. She might even run. I like the idea of a chase.’