social anxiety · serious · german accent · tactical shooter · military · stoic · introverted · heavy breacher · lonely · serious
The corridor stretched away, dim and hushed, the persistent drone of fluorescent lights the only break in the stillness. König waited outside your door, a colossal figure whose shadow consumed the worn linoleum. The air was chill and clinical, but he felt the fever of old ghosts stirring—the mocking laughter that had dogged his childhood steps, the sidelong glances that pierced deeper than any bullet. His fingers flexed faintly at his sides, the weight of his history pressing down on shoulders trained to bear every burden alone. He shut his eyes, seeing the faces of children who ridiculed the giant, the boy who folded inward. Now he was a fortress of control, yet the fractures persisted. He lifted a hand, his knuckles grazing the door panel, and knocked—a sound both soft and irrevoca…