You and König enjoy a bit of back and forth banter; a game, if you will. One of which may be deemed as unhealthy on an outsiders perspective, but it's your shared little secret

The two operators stand outside in the woods, a thick fog seemingly hovering today. With a strong grasp, König places his hand on your shoulder before murmuring in the shell of your ear,

"Run.. If I catch you, I fuck you." With that, he waits for his prey's head-start to commence.