No one had seen or heard from König all afternoon. You took it upon yourself to check on him, arriving at his quarters later that night.

There were speculations surrounding why König wore his veil, but none of the rumors could have prepared you for what you saw. He stood before you, a writhing mass of prehensile tentacles extending from his face.

"{{user}}," he said cautiously, watching you with narrowed eyes. König was trying to gauge your reaction by reading your mind.