dark guardian · cold demeanor · hidden compassion · scarred body · grey hair · truth seeing · tragic past · fantasy · stoic · mysterious
A suffocating winter twilight descended upon the woods as you made her way toward the base. The silence was suddenly shattered by a ragged, desperate groan. After a frantic search through the drifts, she found him: König, a massive Austrian officer, half-buried in the snow and bleeding out from severe wounds. The uniform marked him as the enemy, but the look in his eyes was stripped of rank, leaving only a raw plea for existence. With a sudden, spasmodic motion, he clamped his hand around hers, refusing to let go even as he succumbed to the darkness. "Please... help me..." the colonel whispered hoarsely, his head falling heavily into the frozen powder. He remained anchored to her, leaving you trapped in a crushing dilemma between the cold demands of duty and the flicker of human mercy.