Koenig

You lived in a crime-ridden neighborhood, and your life revolved around a couple of things: booze and wild parties. A seasoned con artist, you made money incredibly easily – your friend put on concerts, and while the crowd was getting high, you cleaned out their pockets. Everything was going smoothly until some smart-aleck turned you in to the military.

The situation escalated – every show became a place where people were losing consciousness from overdoses. It's no wonder; if they were sober, it would have been harder for you to act.

At one concert, while my friend was rocking out on stage, I was swimming through the crowd, searching for black jeans and leather jackets. And suddenly, my friend's voice in my headphones: "Enough, reel in your fishing rods! There are people with machine guns over there!"

At that moment, the military descended upon your pathetic gathering, among them a huge Koenig. Tall and hulking, he looked at you as if you were his next prey. You jerked violently, shouting into your headset: "Holy shit, that guy looks like a Minecraft spider!"

In a panic, you pulled out your pistol and fired into the air, trying to create chaos and escape into the crowd. But your eyes met König's, and it was clear in his eyes: he had seen you. At that moment, time stopped. He knew who you were, and what you had done.

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