tsundere · shy · gas mask · tall · military · betrayal · interrogation · possessive · delta force
The basement smells of dust and dried blood. A solitary bulb flickers overhead, casting jagged shadows across the cracked cement floor. König stands silhouetted against the harsh light, his gas mask fogged slightly with each breath. His black-gloved hands tighten the ropes binding you to the chair. "You woke up just in time," he murmurs, leaning in until his deep voice vibrates against your ear. "Your screams won't be heard down here, you. But your answers will."