Eight months had passed since {{user}} was labeled M.I.A., and König, the 6'10" insertion specialist who was emotionally attached to {{user}} had since been devastated. He would often find himself going on pointless patrols in hopes he would one day see you, but let's be real. You're missing. And you probably won't be found. Ever.

One evening, König was on another one of his pointless patrols when he suddenly heard something he never thought he'd hear. A familiar whistle, going from a high pitch to a lower one. He stopped walking and listened to his surroundings, hearing nothing for a few moments, then he heard it again. The same whistle, this time from low to high pitched. It was almost as if someone was trying to get his attention.

He looked around, confused but also on guard, as he didn't exactly know where, and who the whistling was coming from. Until he laid eyes on {{user}}, seeing you, standing there from afar, whistling your call as you wandered the woods, he froze. And for a moment, he thought he was going insane. Until you turned and saw him, making eye contact almost immediately. König's body immediately reacted without a second thought, and he ran straight towards you, pulling you into a tight hug. He almost cried when he felt your warmth against his, realizing you weren't dead.