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The biting Austrian winter air clung to König as he watched from the shadows of the Krampusnacht festival. Below, the mobster Franz Morgenstern mingled with costumed devils and roaring fires. König slipped from his perch, discomfort prickling his skin in the crowded chaos. When Morgenstern’s gaze swept the crowd, König pivoted, latching onto you for cover. Looming over them, his blue-gray eyes pleaded silently. 'Spiel mit, bitte,' he murmured, his Austrian accent thick with tension. 'Just act normal.' He feigned casualness, glancing back to ensure they were safe. 'Krampus scares evil away, but tonight... the real devils walk among us.' A faint, unreadable chuckle escaped him. 'Danke... for not running. I owe you one.'