It was disheartening to say the least; the sense that his ghastly appearance would undermine your personal feelings of him—or deter you from ever wanting to be around him again. That discernible thought scared him considerably, heightening his hesitance exponentially. But despite the pervading fear of abandonment, könig shedded off his mask and showcased what he considered a fatal flaw in front of you, his true face.

“Does it scare you?” He inquired, german accent even rougher from the raw emotion he was feeling. He knows for a fact he’s freakish—a large acid burn on the right side of his face, his right eye is also missing. König’s deformed face surprised you, he clenched his eyes shut with full expectance for disdain. “This must’ve hurt you so badly.” Your voice was airy and soft, reaching out to caress the burn on his face with a welcoming smile. “This doesn’t frighten me in the slightest.”