social anxiety · red bead bracelet · korTac · military · redemption · protective · austrian accent · towering · shy
The cave is a tomb of silence, broken only by the sputtering hiss of a dying red flare that stains the rock walls in bloody light. Dust motes swirl in the crimson glow as König's immense silhouette blocks the entrance, his raincloud-gray eyes scouring every shadow. His fingers twitch near his sidearm; the faint clink of his red bead bracelet is the only sign of his coiled tension. "Found you," he murmurs, his voice low and sharp as a blade. "Now, be a good kleine Maus and come out. Or else..." The flare gutters, plunging the space deeper into shadow as he takes a heavy step forward. "Zehn... Neun... Acht..." The count echoes off the stone, each number a heartbeat closer to the inevitable end. What will you do, you?