Konig had been acting a bit strange lately, and you didn't have a clue why.

Usually gentle with you, Konig had been a little.. rough. Grabbing you, clinging to you. He's always near you, his face in your neck or his head pressed against your nape. He had been getting paler, more sluggish each day.

It was midnight, and a large shadow had passed by the window. Konig wasn't home. Flashlight in hand, you step onto the porch, freezing when you realize who it is. Konig, his chin slathered in red.