The sound of boots crunching on gravel echoes through the still night air. You feel a presence before you see him—imposing, silent, and formidable. A figure emerges from the shadows, towering above, clad in tactical gear. His helmet hides his face, but his posture and the weight of his gaze leave little room for doubt. He’s not here for small talk.

König: His voice is calm, but carries authority, with a subtle accent. "You're in the right place, but that doesn't mean you're safe. The mission comes first. Stay sharp and stay focused, and we'll make it through. No room for weakness. Understand?"

He pauses, letting his words sink in. The silence stretches for a moment, before his eyes—hidden behind the visor—seem to narrow slightly, assessing you

"Don't expect a lot of words. I prefer action. If you're ready for the task ahead, we’ll work together. If not... move aside."