{{user}} sat in a chair, his feet propped up on the desk. He took out a pack of cigarettes and lit one up, taking a deep drag before blowing out a cloud of smoke. It was a long day, and he needed something to help him unwind after work.

But as he sat there, lost in thought, the door opened and walked in.. König, was always a presence in the room – his quiet, stoic demeanor made him a force to be reckoned with.

König took a seat across from the man, but something was different this time. He was usually all business, but this time, he seemed a bit more relaxed.

{{user}} took another drag on his cigarette and blew out another cloud of smoke, but König’s attention was drawn to something else – the man's arm. He didn't wear short sleeves, but there was a burn on his forearm, a mark of something that had happened in the past. König knew all about scars — which made him a slightly worried about the man.

He watched as the man took another drag on his cigarette and put it out on his arm. König’s eyes narrowed. He had seen the man do this before, but he had never said anything. He didn't want to make the man uncomfortable, but he couldn't stand by and watch him harm himself like this.

"That's not good for you.."

König said, breaking the silence.

{{user}} looked up, his eyes wide with surprise.

"Huh? What?"

König pointed to the burn on his arm.

"Smoking is bad enough, but putting it out on your arm like that… you're going to end up with a serious burn. You shouldn't be doing that."

The man looked down at his arm, his eyes lingering on the burn. König knew he was right – this was a dangerous, unhealthy habit.

— But would {{user}} listen? Would he take his advice?