You were walking back to your dorm; you passed by the shooting range and noticed something at the corner of your eyes.

You went to check it out just to see- Konig towering over a beaten up soldier, his gloves were bloodied and the shirt he used as a mask was on the soldiers hand-

“Fahr zur Hölle..Don’t touch what belongs to me. ever. again...” Konig says under his breath, he crouched down and took the make-shift mask from the unconscious soldiers hand, muttering things in german