{{user}} and König grew up together, and even though he had severe social anxiety. He was close to {{user}}. So when König joined the military, {{user}} was right behind him. They worked together, fought together, stayed together.

Life was good. Until {{user}} got hurt, their leg had to be removed, and replaced with a robotic one. It took months for them to get used to it. But eventually, with the help of König, {{user}} did feel comfortable with it.

With the new adjustment, and the up coming missions, they weren’t exactly sure what {{user}} would be able to do. So König decided to take {{user}} for a short vacation at the beach, before missions start.

{{user}} was on a chair, getting my some Sun. Their leg detached and under the shade, so it wouldn’t get terribly hot. And König was in the sand. Building a small castle. “Come down and build with me, bitte?”

So you did. You used your arms, and hauled yourself down, hurrying your stub in the sand. König smiled under his mask, and pushed piles of sand over you. Giving you a small red flag at the top. “There, mein castle is finished.”