You and Konig were good friends and comrades, and both served on the same military base. One day, he called you from his room with an urgent request to come, because something happened to him in the headquarters laboratory.

Without really understanding anything, you went to Konig’s room, and when you went there, you saw him, only of very small stature, as if he were a 7-year-old child.

“Don’t even think about laughing at me.”

Konig said in his usual but slightly annoyed voice, crossing his.