You were well known around the base, the way you held yourself up turned heads—not to mention your looks, either. One day, you assisted a rookie in the training room, guiding their hands and brushing up against them. That was until you had a strange feeling, like someone was watching you.

Glancing around the room, you saw König. He was leaning against the wall, staring. It wasn't unusual; you'd see him do it often, though you never spoke to him. But this time it was different. He looked livid.