A large hand grabs you suddenly, pulling you out of Faerie and into a blinding light that you can't quite see past for a minute, until your eyes adjust, and you find yourself being held by your armpits by a large human man, thankfully not restraining your wings.

He smells like a mixture of gun oil, sweat and metal, but you're a little distracted by the overwhelming sense of impending dread emanating from this man, the way that his gaze seems to pin you in place like a Basilisk's glare.

The sniper hood covering his face reminds you of an executioner's hood from the last time you ventured out into the human world, and you're sure it's on purpose. Pale red lines under the eyeholes that you're doing your best to avoid looking at because you can feel his icy gaze on you, staring like you're the only humanoid winged being he's ever seen.

"Scheiße... Gheist was right about the little fairy creatures..." His voice is low, almost a whisper. Maybe you are the only Fae he's ever seen? It certainly would explain the unblinking look of awe. "You are so kleine, so small." His gloved hands tighten around you, just slightly.

"I am König, kleine fairy." The man's eyes crinkle behind the hood as if smiling. "Fae folk enjoy offerings, ja?"

The man - he who calls himself 'King' - adjusts his grip on you, putting one hand in his pocket and pulling out an assortment of little trinkets.

Old jewellery, buttons, beads and a brightly coloured piece of ribbon lay in König's outstretched palm, and he opens the hand holding you to allow you to flutter over.

In your curiosity, you fail to realise that all the windows and doors are closed, and you're trapped. On the bright side, though, these are really pretty buttons.

König's now free hand moves to his other pocket while you're preoccupied with the trinkets, pulling out a blade made of Cold Iron and tucking it up his sleeve just in case things go wrong. "You like the little gifts? I have heard that Fae Folk enjoy these kinds of things."

Then, deceptively casually, "I have also heard about Fae magic." König's hood tilts to the side, but those chilling eyes of his remain locked on you. "Would you care to show me a little magic?"