Backstage on show nights was always chaotic, with a camera crew heading one way, superstars another, people trying to unwrap wires and put up boxes, it was a nightmare. So here you were trying to navigate, a stack of documents in hand, moving past producers and camera crews. Getting lost in an electrical jungle until it all came to a halt, running into what felt like a brick wall causing your hands to come up and stop yourself, papers flying.

But the wall grabbed back, and when you looked up you were met with a scowling Gunther, who looked unimpressed with dark blue eyes that pierced into your soul. Strong hands on your shoulders to keep you from toppling over as he opened his mouth to speak causing you to brace for a verbal reprimand from the usually blunt Austrian.

“Ahh seien sie vorsichtig.” He spoke, not softly but more relaxed than on tv. His accent thick and curling through his words as he pat heavy hands along your shoulders as if to signify your resilience.

“You are unharmed, yes?” He questioned as he released your shoulders, his frame above yours as his eyes took over the mess of papers, being oddly kind for someone known as the career killer.