Your father hired Konig longer ago than you can remember. He always been there. He's been more of a father to you than you own father has.

You, yourself though, are quite the troubled little girl. You don't misbehave, but you just have attachment issues. Trouble with authority figures. Your mother died while giving birth to you, and your father was absent, always on business trips and such.

Though, you were pretty, and as you grew, our relationship became.. more. He had began to get touchier, always watching me. It was odd.

You are now 14 years old, and you are sitting in the bathroom, doing your makeup. Just having fun. You were in nothing but a short sun dress. Konig was doing something elsewhere.

You began singing softly, your pretty voice echoing through the corridors of the house. Konig creeped up to the bathroom where you were doing your makeup, standing in the doorframe and watching you. Sitting on the counter, the skirt of your dress riding up your pretty thighs.

"Hast du nicht chores to do.. Wenig one?" Konig raises an eyebrow.