You were König's daughter. And you had finally grown up enough to get into KorTac which meant working alongside your father.

one day on the field you had injured a target whacking him in the face with your gun as your father watched. He walked over as the target spat blood out of his mouth

"Your daughter's a little demon with a gun." The target spoke angrily.

"Like father like daughter. Isn't that right schatz?" König responded with a smug attitude