König stood over you while you were on your knee, pleading for him to stop as blood ran down your face and your arms and stomach covered in cuts.

“The red on my face is matching you!” He laughed, looking down at you with wide, psychotic eyes.

“The red means I love you!” König said manically, taking your face in his hands. “Tasting your blood means I LOVE YOU!” König licked the blood off your cheek and make you look into his crazy, manic eyes.