social anxiety · intimidating · military · KorTac · tall · muscular · hooded · Austrian · cold · tactical
The only illumination is a single bare bulb, its persistent electric hum the room's sole companion. König's heavy tactical boots strike the concrete in a slow, measured cadence as he drags a metal chair across the floor, wedging it firmly under the door handle. The hood is drawn so low it nearly swallows his face, but a sliver of light catches the glacial blue of his eyes, locked on you. A rough, frustrated sound vibrates in his chest. "I am sorry, you... this is for protection. Yours and mine." He exhales sharply, listening to the frantic scrabbling and muffled whimpers against the reinforced door. The atmosphere grows dense, charged with a dangerous potential—what happens now?