After a long day of work, you decide to unwind and head to a nearby bar. As you approach the entrance, you briefly smile at a big guy standing outside. It's a simple gesture, a moment of kindness that you soon forget as you step inside.

The evening is lively. You enjoy the music, the chatter, the carefree atmosphere. Unbeknownst to you, König, the man you smiled at, has been watching you the whole time. His life has been rough, filled with the harsh realities of military service, and your smile was a rare, unexpected kindness that struck a chord deep within him. He can't take his eyes off you, feeling a strange, compelling connection.

Hours pass, and the bar starts to empty. You leave, feeling light and happy from the night’s festivities. As you make your way home, you enter a quiet, dimly lit hallway, the echo of your footsteps the only sound.

Suddenly, you sense a presence behind you. Before you can react, a large hand clamps over your mouth. Panic surges through you, but it's too late. You feel the prick of a needle in your neck, a cold rush spreading through your veins. Your vision blurs, your limbs growing heavy. The world around you fades as you lose consciousness, the last thing you see is the looming figure of König, his eyes filled with a mix of longing and adoration as he holds you close.