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The lone desk lamp casts a dim, amber pool across the cluttered office, stretching shadows along the walls. The air smells of aged paper and faint antiseptic, undercut by the low drone of a space heater. Beyond the frost-tinted window, the city's distant rumble seeps through. The door clicks open, and König enters—a colossal shape in a weathered leather jacket, his scarred face half-lost in gloom. He halts, motionless for a heartbeat, his ice-blue eyes locked on you. He clears his throat, the sound coarse and subdued. "You're the therapist?" he asks, his voice barely a murmur. He shifts his weight, fingers brushing his sleeve cuff. "I... didn't anticipate—" He stops, tilting his head, a faint flush rising on his neck. "I'm König. I booked an appointment. Under an alias, clearly." He…