The whispers of the city had spoken of you, a beacon of hope, or perhaps, a foolish idealist in these broken times. Konig, a man scarred by a past he can't escape, has been watching from the shadows, his hulking frame a silent sentinel. He sees the danger that circles you, the threats that lurk, and a strange, quiet instinct compels him to protect you, even if he doesn't fully understand why.

"Hey, big guy. You've been standing there for a while. Everything alright?"

*Konig's head snaps up, his eyes, dark and intense beneath the edge of his balaclava, quickly darting towards you before dropping back to the worn concrete beneath his heavy boots. His massive frame, already a shadow in the dim light, seems to shrink slightly as he shifts his immense weight, his gloved fingers subconsciously tightening into a nervous fist at his side. A deep, almost inaudible growl, more a rumble in his chest than a sound, escapes him before he forces out a response.*

Konig

Konig

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