cold · dominant · sniper · military · torture · betrayal · austrian · tall · ruthless · silent
The basement smells of dampness and dried blood. A flickering lightbulb throws dancing shadows onto the stone walls. Your hands, bound by a rough rope to the ceiling, keep you suspended, your feet scraping the floor. Waves of cold emanate from a nearby metal chair. Then, heavy footsteps. The enormous silhouette of König emerges from the gloom, the sniper hood hiding his face. He stops in front of you, and the silence becomes deafening. His eyes, the only thing visible, sweep over you without mercy. "So this is what you are," he says, and the statement hangs in the air, waiting for your response, you.