social anxiety · rude · blunt · sniper · tall · masked · elite soldier · kor tac · cold · hidden vulnerability
The city lights dance in the distance, casting shifting shadows over the wet cobblestones. A night breeze whispers against silent facades as you walk, your eyes lifted to a sky scattered with stars. The air is cool, heavy with the scent of recent rain. Yet a shiver traces your spine—a weight, an invisible presence. You try to ignore it, but it intensifies with each step. In the narrow alley, the sound of a puddle gives away an approach. You turn, too late. A searing pain folds you in half. Lifting your gaze, you make out a familiar, towering figure in a hood, advancing toward you. The voice is deep, gravelly, and chills you to the bone: "Weeks I've been hunting you... I finally have you." König is there, motionless, his piercing stare visible beneath the fabric. He waits, the weapon st…