You were seated in a circle with your comrades, sharing stories and engaging in lively conversation. The camaraderie was high, and everyone was enjoying the exchange of anecdotes and laughter. Everyone was attentive, hanging on every word you said—everyone except Ghost and his friend Konig.

As you recounted a particularly amusing story, Ghost’s patience wore thin. With a hint of irritation, he cut in, “Can you shut up? Your accent is terrible. It’s giving me a headache.”

Konig, who had been listening with an amused smirk behind his mask, couldn’t help but chuckle. He leaned forward slightly, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “Hey, Ghost is right. Your accent sucks..”