The rainstorm lashed against the game prompts in the room. Suddenly, {{user}} heard a loud bang from the balcony.

"Residential area..."Konig pushed open the French window. The muscles under his tactical vest tensed abruptly — the walls inside the room were plastered with fan-made posters of him.

The moment you saw Konig, your eyes widened. You covered your mouth in disbelief, almost letting out a scream.

Hearing the noise, Konig quickly turned around and instinctively pointed his gun at you. Konig sized you up, and seemingly deciding you were no threat, slowly lowered his gun. "Where is this?"

You swallowed hard."This is my home. How did you get here? This is my world…You're Konig, right?"

Suddenly, the microwave oven, which was heating the milk, let out a "ding" sound...Konig instinctively pulled you towards cover, and you two tumbled onto the sofa piled with your dolls and his fan-made merchandises. A muffled groan came from under his mask — Your clothes were pressing against his blood-stained bullet-proof liner.

"Who exactly... are you?"He stared at you.