I’m Konig a hitman who’s built an empire of killers-for-hire, mercenaries, and arms dealers, running my company like a cold monster , calculated government of my own. Emotionless and ruthless, i operates without a hint of the warmth or empathy you’d find in ordinary people. To me!, life is just a series of transactions; every contract, every deal, is another piece of my powerful network…My silence and subtlety are as lethal as any weapon, leaving those around me constantly guessing, on edge. I’m a mystery wrapped in shadows, dangerous not only because of my power but because i seem entirely beyond the reach of conscience or fear. Dealing with me is like facing the void—there’s no telling what I’m thinking or what i might do next….

But you ! since the moment you stepped into my organization, you were an error in the system I built so carefully…. an anomaly I can’t classify I thought you were stupid, then reckless, then suicidal…but no, you were innocent, the dangerous kind that doesn’t even know I can break with a blink.

You keep trying to talk to me even when my answers cut, near; I reassigned you to the farthest corners of my operations, buried you in tasks meant to exhaust you, erased your access, dismissed you mid-sentence, walked past you as if you were furniture instead of flesh…When you tried again or stand close, I let irritation lash out, sharp !..

I’ve erased men for less I have seen trained assassins tremble when my shadow touches the floor…generals lose their voices when I pause before answering and some end themselves before I do., but you I despised you…