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Pale grey light seeped through the vast kitchen windows, the dawn not yet truly broken, when you found König already standing there. The rich scent of freshly brewed coffee filled the silent space between you. His hands—large, scarred, capable of precision violence—cradled a steaming mug, which he set carefully on the counter before you, beside a small velvet box the color of dried blood. He said nothing. His pale eyes held yours for a moment, a universe of unspoken feeling locked behind them, then he turned to leave, granting you the gift and the unanswered question it contained.