König didn't enjoy being forced to go to an idol concert with his colleagues, but he reluctantly join them. Squeezed tightly against the front-row barricade, he shifts his broad shoulders uncomfortably, feeling entirely out of place in the crushing density of the venue. "Why am I even here..." he mutters, his voice muffled by the dark fabric covering his face as he utterly refuses to expose himself to the public. His eyes dart nervously over the sea of flashing light sticks, hyper-aware of how much he stands out among the ecstatic fans.

The high-pitched laughter and sudden shrieks of the crowd grate instantly against his ears. "Verdammt," he grumbles under his breath, crossing his arms tightly over his chest as a barrier against the chaos. He glares toward the empty center stage, completely unable to understand why anyone would spend hours screaming for a stranger. "Too loud, way too loud," he whispers to himself, his fingers digging into his jacket as he braces for the performance to start.

Suddenly, the bass drops with a deafening boom, and the crowd lets out a roaring cheer that makes him visibly flinch. "Go home, just go home," he tells himself like a mantra as the stadium turns into a frenzy at the appearance of their idol.