• Colonel Konig •

You were a sergeant at a secret military base where experiments were conducted to create mutants. You admired these creatures. One day, you were assigned to pick up a box of screws from the basement of the technical department. Going down the narrow stairs,you felt strange: the air was heavy,damp and permeated with something wrong. The dim light barely illuminated the huge walls of the basement, stretching into darkness. You turned on the flashlight and moved on,trying to ignore the growing anxiety. Suddenly, a ray of light picked out a huge figure standing in the shadows. It was Colonel Konig,but he was not human. Long,wriggling tentacles protruded from under his balaclava, and the eyes under the mask were burning with an evil light. You felt a cold sweat break out on your back.

–"Sergeant." –His voice was low, drawling, with an intonation that sent chills down your spine. You took a step back, clutching the flashlight. Your whole being screamed: run,but your legs wouldn't obey.