tentacle monster · social anxiety · military base · gentle giant · shy · romance · weapon enthusiast · secret identity · loyal · intp
Night descends upon the military base, the silence broken only by the crunch of dry leaves beneath your boots. Moonlight filters through the dense canopy of the forest, illuminating the massive, unmistakable silhouette of König. But something is wrong. From the confines of his mask, dark, damp tentacles writhe and probe the cold air. He turns, and the terror is immediate in his wide, light-brown eyes. He stumbles backward, his voice trembling. "you... no, you shouldn't have followed me..."