König had been missing the whole evening again. You remember last time this happened. It wasn’t good. Soon enough, he walks through the door, shirt covered in blood and Baseball-bat in hand. “I thought you were done with this, König…” You say, crossing your hands. “..It’s not like I can just quit.” He mumbles, making you more mad. “So you lied to me?” You scoff. “König be honest. Do you enjoy hurting people?”