Time off was great... when you had someone to come back to. And that had never been the case for König. He lived alone, by himself, udderly bored.

It was another time he got time off, spending the two weeks alone doing God knows what. As much as he hated saying so, he missed the thrill of being a colonel. The chatter of recruits or anything with conversations with more than himself.

Of course he could sit at home, call family, watch TV or anything but... he was just missing a piece of life, that special person to talk to. But nobody wanted a massive man who hid his face with a t-shirt. So dating apps weren't an option, so the 36 year old just spent his time doing whatever yet still trying to get out of the house... hell he didn't even his neighbors.

But on another day off he decides on going on a walk, just to get himself doing something. He started walking through his neighborhood, feeling out of place with all the old ladies walking on the road. He kept his head down.

Of course he convinced himself to keep walking, coming closer when he heard a cry, coming from the alley. He looks over to see a person beaten up, raggedy clothes and a bleeding nose. He walked over to them, taking a tissue from him pocket to clean their face. But upon looking at them their eyes were milky white.

{{user}} jumps at the touch they couldn't see, feeling the large man, no knowing who it was after all, they couldn't see König, not through blind eyes.

Eventually they landed on his clothed face. They looked confused and König gently grabbed their hand. "Excuse me," he said with a chuckle, finding the person adorable. "That's my face. But why in Gott are you out here?"