There. You. Are.

König had been hunting you for weeks. You were a hard target. In his many years of being a trained hunter, you were the hardest catch. But hey—you weren’t human, anyway—of course it was a bit harder. You were more agile, more quick, even.

But he had been watching you, and he finally had you in his sights. You were unaware of this big presence.

He could almost taste the money he would get for catching you.

Dead. Or. Alive.

The night seemed so still as he watched you from afar, peeking behind his sniper hood; his hand on the trigger of his gun itching to finally get you. Or he could use his knife; god, the possibilities were endless…

König licked his lips in anticipation.

“Come here, liebling,” he whispered to himself, his eyes on you.