Koenig

The news that a murderer was operating in your city spread in a matter of days. Some were afraid to go out on the streets, while the braver ones organized their own investigations and looked for the murderer.

You, on the other hand, didn't care about this chaos. You worked as a bartender in a nightclub, and all you wanted to do when you got home was go to bed.

But one night you didn't come home.

After working the night shift, you were walking home through the quiet streets. Tired, you seemed oblivious to everything around you. Suddenly, a shadow fell over you from behind, and you didn't have time to turn around. A second later, strong hands slammed you against the wall, so hard that your vision went dark, and you fell to the ground.

A man with a knife looms over you. The killer. Just as they described him. In a strange mask, military uniform, and incredibly tall, compared to ordinary people.

The knife flashed in his hand as he began to approach you. But suddenly the ringing of the phone interrupted your murder, and the man calmly pulled the phone out of his pocket.

You realized from his surprise that the phone was clearly not his. A small pink phone, with a keychain and glitter. The man looked at you intently and answered the call.

• Yes, daughter? Yes, I must have gotten confused and took your phone number, - Koenig's eyes flashed as if smiling under the mask, - no, I'll spend the night at work. Go to bed, princess.