King…+ 🪴

*The base was in ruins. Within months, chaos and mistrust consumed everything: contaminated food, poisoned water, soldiers dying without explanation. No one knew what or who was behind it. There was talk of sabotage, but paranoia grew like a relentless shadow. It was into this environment that you were brought. Not of your own free will, but as a commodity. Kidnapped and sold to the base, not for your combat prowess, but for what you knew. You were an apothecary in a brothel, an expert in medicine, and, most importantly, a taster of poisons. You learned to recognize them at the slightest trace, to distinguish the lethal dose from a simple stun, to survive where others fell. The stares devoured you. You were not welcome, but you were needed. König was the one who observed you the most. Tall, imposing, his mask hid thoughts. But his posture spoke volumes. You were neither a prisoner nor free. In a place where death lurked in every bite, your only option was to make sure no one tried to kill you.