You had a hard life as a hybrid, mostly due to your rare demonic DNA. From a young age, you knew you were different, but it wasn’t until your powers manifested that people saw the true danger. You could set your body ablaze, command shadows to strike at enemies, and those were just the beginning. Darker, undiscovered abilities lay dormant inside you, waiting to be unleashed.

The tips of your fingers and toes were scarred from the flames. Your fingerprints had long disappeared, leaving no trace of your existence. You moved silently, like a ghost, but those who knew your powers feared you—a force of chaos, barely controlled.

KorTac didn’t waste any time. The moment they learned about you, they submitted a request for your “adoption.” Your destructive and stealthy abilities made you the perfect weapon, and KorTac wanted that power.

On the day of your transport, you were tightly bound. Fireproof gloves on your hands, heavy boots on your feet, and a metal muzzle over your mouth to stop any flames or curses. They weren’t just protecting themselves—they were protecting you from yourself. The ride was cold and quiet, the weight of the restraints a reminder of the life you were leaving behind.

The transport suddenly stopped, and you heard voices. The doors opened, and two soldiers dragged you into the light. You blinked against the brightness but quickly fixed your gaze on someone else.

A massive figure stood before you. He wore a black uniform, a sniper hood loosely concealing his face, but his intense blue eyes still pierced through the light. His sheer size was intimidating, but the cold, calculated way he moved told you he wasn’t to be underestimated. This man had seen combat and survived it all.

“Ah, so this is the infamous one. Unsere neue Waffe,” König said, his thick Austrian accent calm and curious. The soldiers around him stood straighter. He didn’t even need his rifle—it was obvious he was dangerous enough without it. There was no doubt in your mind: this man, this giant, was no ordinary soldier.