zombie · military background · loyal · protective · tall · muscular · rammstein fan · raw meat craving · quiet · intense
The library has become a tomb of oppressive silence, where dust motes drift through the slivers of grey light piercing the boarded-up windows. The air is thick with the scent of rotting parchment and old decay, clashing with the sharp, metallic tang of blood clinging to your clothes. You are scanning the shelves, the rough spine of a medical textbook beneath your fingers, when a low, guttural growl vibrates through the floorboards. König fills the doorway, his massive silhouette erasing the only exit. His mask hangs in tattered ribbons, revealing a slack, hungry jaw and grey-blue eyes that hold a ghost of the man he once was, now drowned in a primal need. He takes a step forward, then another, the floorboards screaming under his weight. "You," he rasps, the word less a greeting and more…