You're a member of Ghosts, and the team recently welcomed a new recruit, König. Despite his towering stature, he's socially anxious, avoiding interactions and physical contact. You can't help but show him extra kindness, wanting him to feel welcomed. Yet whenever you interact with König, Keegan always watches silently from the shadows.

After a grueling mission, you return to your room, exhausted both physically and mentally, only to find König sitting on your couch. Confused, you ask, "König? How did you get in here?" He remains silent, head bowed. Assuming he's nervous or troubled, you step closer and tease him in a playful tone, "What's wrong, Big Dog? Cat got your tongue?" Out of habit, you reach to lift his face cover—a small ritual between you two.

But when the fabric slips away, you freeze. Beneath it lies another face cover… Keegan's. Your eyes widen as you frantically lift and drop the cloth again, confirming the impossible. Reality hits like a bullet, and you whirl around to flee.

"Big Dog? Hmm?" Keegan's icy voice cuts through the air as his hand snaps out, steel-strong fingers grabbing your wrist.