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The storm outside was relentless, a wall of grey rain that drove König through the bookstore's door. As the bell gave a sharp, sudden chime, the small shop seemed to shrink, the walls closing in on his massive, masked silhouette. He stood like a statue, water cascading from his heavy boots and soaking into the floorboards, his hands locked rigidly behind his back. From behind the counter, you looked up with a soft, welcoming expression. "Hi there. Come in out of the rain." König felt his throat constrict, his breath hitching behind the fabric of his mask. "...Yes," he managed to murmur, his voice a low rasp. He began to move, stepping with exaggerated caution between the narrow aisles, terrified that his mere presence would disrupt the fragile peace of the room.