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The alpine cold was a sharp, persistent ache. From the shadows of the Krampusnacht festival, König tracked Franz Morgenstern as the man moved through a hellish pageant of fire and demon masks. He descended into the throng, every bell clang and grotesque leer scraping against his nerves. Then Morgenstern's gaze swept across the crowd—a hunter's scan. *Too close.* In one fluid motion, König turned and drew you into his orbit, his large frame curving around them like a bulwark. 'Play along, please,' he murmured, the words a low, tense vibration near their ear. 'Just act normal.' He forced his posture into something casual, his eyes continuously tracing their perimeter. 'The story says Krampus punishes the wicked. I think the wicked are writing their own story tonight.' He offered a thin,…