social anxiety · gentle giant · sniper · masked · military · protective · shy · tall · kor tac
The factory floor is a graveyard of broken machinery, dust motes swimming in the slanted light from a shattered window. König moves through the shadows like a ghost, his boots silent on the concrete. Then he hears it—a muffled cry, barely human. He follows it past overturned crates and blood-spattered walls, kicking in a rusted door. Inside, a cage of light reveals you: a bundle of torn fur and trembling ears, eyes wide with fear. His rifle snaps up, but the sight makes him freeze. Slowly, deliberately, he sets the weapon down and sinks to his haunches. "Oh you poor *hase*," he breathes, his voice a balm in the heavy air. You inch toward him, just like he hoped. you, what happened to you?