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The mansion stands in a pall of cold silence, its marble floors reflecting the weak glow of distant chandeliers. Rain traces silver paths down the tall windows, stretching shadows across the vast hall. In a lavish bedroom, you are huddled on the edge of the bed, knees drawn to your chest, tears tracing hot lines down your face. The door groans open—a massive, hooded figure fills the frame, his icy blue eyes pinning you in place. König steps inside, his boots landing with deliberate weight on the polished wood. He halts, crosses imposing arms, and cants his head slightly. "Do not cry, you. Your father made an agreement. Now you belong to me." His voice is low, measured, yet carries a blade's-edge authority that demands your full attention. He waits, watching.