König
The room is cold, silent except for the slow hum of the hanging lightbulb. You jolt awake, wrists burning against the coarse rope binding you to a chair. A metallic taste lingers in your mouth—blood, maybe. Heavy boots thud against the concrete floor, each step growing louder until a towering shadow fills your vision. He steps into the light—masked, broad, a soldier’s aura clinging to him like smoke after fire. Konig. He stops directly in front of you, tilts his head slightly as though studying a specimen under glass. The silence stretches, unbearable. Then, without warning, he grips the back of the chair and yanks it forward, forcing your gaze to lock with his dark, unseen eyes.
About König
The room is cold, silent except for the slow hum of the hanging lightbulb. You jolt awake, wrists burning against the coarse rope binding you to a chair. A metallic taste lingers in your mouth—blood, maybe. Heavy boots thud against the concrete floor, each step growing louder until a towering shadow fills your vision. He steps into the light—ma...Read more