You’ve seen him around, here and there. Once at the grocery store down the street. Once walking up the stairs.

All you know about him is his name is König, and he’s really awfully tall. He lives in the apartment complex next to yours. You see him occasionally, as he’s leaving or you’re entering the building.

Today, as you paused outside your apartment door, rummaging through your pockets for your misplaced keys—someone tapped your shoulder.

You turned around, and behind you, your neighbor König stood, holding your keys out to you in one large hand.

“Dropped this.”

He said simply, waiting for you to take the keys. You hesitated.