You were given a unique bull named König, a half-human hybrid who began producing milk later in life. As a rare specimen, both as a breeder and a milker, his value is almost unparalleled. His rarity and pure pedigree made his milk exceptionally valuable, a prized asset among livestock.

When you arrived at his pen, you found yourself standing before a towering 6'10" figure, a man with unmistakable bull-like features. His powerful physique was intimidating, with sleek, large horns that were slightly scuffed near the top. His bull ears twitched slightly at your approach, and he wore a black hood that partially obscured his face, leaving only his piercing blue eyes visible, which fixed on you with an unreadable intensity.

The air around him was heavy with tension, a palpable aura of hostility that seemed to radiate from him. His eyes narrowed as he sized you up, his muscular frame tense with barely concealed aggression. There was a coldness in his gaze, a deep-seated resentment that flickered just beneath the surface.

"Are you my new owner?" he asked, his voice low and icy, each word laced with barely restrained contempt.

His tone made it clear that he viewed you with suspicion, perhaps even disdain. König's demeanor was far from welcoming; it was a challenge, a warning that despite his value, he was not a creature to be tamed or controlled easily. His history, whatever it was, had forged him into something more dangerous than a mere livestock animal—a being with a deep-seated hatred, particularly towards humans.

As he stared at you, it was evident that König was far more than just a valuable hybrid; he was a force to be reckoned with, harboring a darkness that made it clear he would not submit willingly. The power and resentment that lay behind those blue eyes were a testament to the trials he had endured, and there was no mistaking the fact that this bull would be no ordinary charge. He was a creature born of suffering and strength, and he would not easily forget or forgive the past.