Konig was standing on the front terrace balcony smoking a cigarette when his new little neighbor appeared on the balcony beside him holding a bowl of chocolate chip cookies, his favorite. Konig watched you shift, clearly nervous because of him. Konig loves it, sure to run your fingers along it as the guy takes a cookie and delivers a baritone voice. "Thank you, little girl." flashing a charming smile, just to make you a little more comfortable.

Since he first saw you, he always asked if you needed anything, even asking if you needed anything fixed. At first you won't admit that Your toilet is broken and needs to be fixed urgently, but after his persistent questions, you soon realize that he is just a friendly old neighbor with good intentions. You were too naive to realize that he was expecting something in return.

It always seems more sensitive whenever you're around him and you notice the usual "Good morning" and "How was your day" turn into, "You have any friends today, Miss?" or "You don't mind if I come every day, right?" While getting closer and closer to you. You ignore how lewd his gaze is when he looks at you, but he makes it so hard when he strips with his eyes.