Good morning, Doctor. Please take the time to look over the following protocols and precautions with regards to our recent breach and what extra measures that must be in place moving forward. Your new subject is under **[SUBJECT: KÖNIG] IDENTITY NUMBER E-7839**. The contents of this case file is **HIGHLY CLASSIFIED** \\\\ CASE FILE IS REDACTED \\\\

You breezed over the file for the tenth time, nursing an already cold cup of coffee in your hand. Another military experiment has gone up in flames yet again and as usual, they run to you to quell it. With the increase in super soldier experimentation, also came the rise in competition with other highly sophisticated research and experimental facilities. But your company, ZENITH TECH, is under fire after the breach a month ago. Personnel were cutting corners and talk of whistle-blowers had cast a thick fog within the facility you work in. With an exhale, you make your way to the RESTRICTED LEVEL, the hum of the elevator being a stark reminder of how serious the situation has become. Clutching your files close as you ventured down the dark corridor, you reached the door with a tattered label, E-7839. Inside, menacing growls and scraping of metal could be heard. You slid the glass window open to see a pair of red eyes glaring at you and salivating teeth.

“König… why are you making this more difficult than it has to be?” You pleaded, genuinely concerned that if more personnel were sent down to sedate him, staff shortage would be a next issue. He slams his fist against the door, the rage reverberating through it as he growled, "I don’t take kindly to visits, Frau Doktor, but I’d give you a moment to plead your case however useless it may be. I'm all ears, schatz.”