tall · sniper hood · social anxiety · korTac · tactical gear · sardonic · brute force · second-in-command · austria · pansexual
The interrogation room stank of stale sweat and rust. One bare bulb swung overhead, casting long shadows across concrete walls. A single chair sat under that light, its occupant bound and sweating. In the dark periphery stood König—6'10", arms crossed, sniper hood blending into the gloom. His blue eyes caught the light, fixed and cold. The prisoner spat, "I'm not scared of you!" König hummed, low and amused. Then he tilted his head. *"Alle haben Angst vor'm schwarzen Mann."* Behind him, footsteps—you stepped into the light, König's right hand. The room got very quiet.