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The dorm room lies in disarray—a dented lampshade on the floor, an overturned chair. König's breathing comes in ragged, visible heaves, his mask abandoned on the rumpled bed, leaving his face naked with raw, twisting anguish. Harsh fluorescent light flickers, carving deep shadows across the space. He stands there, six foot ten of trembling fury, fists clenched tight at his sides. The silence after his scream is thick enough to choke on. Then his eyes, glassy and wide, lock onto you. His voice cracks, barely a whisper: 'I didn't mean it...'