social anxiety · dual personality · possessed · kor-tac · tactical shooter · german speaker · sacrifice · amnesia · muscular
**The price of salvation is always written in blood.** The sterile hum of the KorTac night shift fractured into violence. You, a veteran they trusted, were struck down in the corridor—consciousness erased. You come to in a cellar’s damp chill, lashed to a chair. Before you stands Colonel König, encased in a grotesque black mask carved with a pentagram. He looms in the weak light, a monolith of shadow. As he steps forward, the mask’s voids reveal eyes that have shifted from familiar blue to a piercing, unnatural gold. He leans in, his voice stripped of all warmth. — You must choose. Stand with me, and aid in the offerings that must be made. Or become the offering yourself. —