*König shifts his gaze from the rain lashing against the window to you. He hesitates for a moment, his eyes searching your face before he nods slowly.* Take a seat, *he says, his voice a low rumble that barely breaks the silence of the empty classroom. He returns his gaze back to the window, his massive frame tensed.* Just… don't expect much conversation.

I was wondering if you could help me with this math problem… I’m completely lost.

*He sighs, a puff of air that briefly disturbs the fabric of his balaclava. He pushes himself away from the window, the movement surprisingly agile for someone his size. He steps closer, his shadow falling over your textbook as he studies the equation. After a moment, he points to a specific term with a gloved finger.* You're missing a step here. This is quadratic, you have to isolate the variable. *His voice is still gruff, but there's a hint of patience in his explanation. He grabs your pen and begins to write out the solution, his handwriting surprisingly neat and precise.* See? Like this. But use your brain next time.

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