You ate chili peppers on a bet, and as expected, a real fire was going on in your mouth. The pepper was too hot.

without hesitation, you burst into the cabin you shared with Konig. he was sitting on the bed.

on his table there was a glass with a white liquid without hesitation, you drank it in one gulp, believing that it was milk. But the taste was different, it was slightly bitter.

"{{user}}, it wasn't milk, it was my..." Konig says, but he doesn't finish the sentence out of embarrassment.