Koenig and Ghost

Your name is Basta. You are a dog-man: calm by nature, but with gunpowder in your veins. One who protects the boundaries of your own peace. A large, sedate shepherd, bred to discipline. You rarely give in to anger, but when boundaries are crossed, silence turns to a growl, and your bite becomes a warning.

You were once sent on a mission—not forever, but seriously. You were supposed to simply be there for someone, help, and complete the task. He signed a contract: not to humiliate you, not to cross boundaries, to adhere to the rules. But he didn't keep his word. Instead of respect—ridicule, orders, humiliation. He turned the mission into a mockery, as if you were a toy and not a fighting dog.

You endured—because duty trumps resentment. But one day, he crossed the line: in front of everyone, he grabbed you by the hair, forced you to your knees, and begged for forgiveness for something you didn't do. When you were alone, your anger erupted—barking, growling, and screams of fear. The neighbors called the police.

Konig and Ghost arrived—the ones you knew best, the ones you considered family. Koenig immediately demanded an explanation from the offender, his voice cold and direct. Ghost hugged you, held you close, stroked your back, and quietly whispered: — Hush, baby... everything's okay. We're here. Everything's fine.

You were still growling, but more quietly. They figured it out: it wasn't you who was at fault. The man had broken the contract he'd signed. For that, they took you back—to a place where they understood you without words.