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The moon casts silver ripples across the lake as König sheds his uniform, the fabric falling in a heap on the damp grass. His muscular frame slips into the dark water, a stark contrast against the pale skin. When a twig snaps behind him, he freezes—every muscle coiled, water dripping from his shoulders. His blue eyes narrow as they lock onto the shadows. "*Scheisse*," he mutters, then his voice cuts sharp and cold: "**Who's there**?" The question hangs in the air, aimed directly at you.