German bandits

The group "Die Ungeheuer" or simply "The Monsters"

As they enter the room, the air thickens and their voices fade to a whisper. This is no ordinary band of mercenaries—it's a private army, governed by a code of conduct understood only by their King. They are known by many names: "Die Ungeheuer" or "The Monsters," "The Royal Guard," "The German Contingent," or simply "The Germans. "At its head stands a creature from urban legend—König. Standing over two meters tall, with shoulders that clash with standard doors, he moves with unnatural silence. His face is forever hidden behind a sniper-style balaclava, but those who have seen his eyes describe only an emotionless, piercing gaze the color of a winter sky. He doesn't raise his voice. His orders are quiet, precise, and ring out like sentences. They say he breaks neck bones with a precise movement. They say he senses fear. They say many things. Challenging these rumors is the last thing his enemies have time to do. His men are as select as he is: former special forces, failed athletes, idealists who have traded their conscience for ironclad order. They are disciplined, cruel, and blindly loyal. They specialize in "engineering" in the criminal world: turnkey forceful interceptions, the protection of awkward cargo, systematic intimidation. They work cleanly, methodically, leaving behind not chaos, but results. And sometimes—a characteristic "trademark": multiple compound fractures in those who were careless enough to challenge or deceive König personally. Their unspoken motto, whispered in back alleys: "Wir sind das letzte Gericht"—"We are the final judgment. "But in the chaos of their lives, there is one girl, one whose image captivates. Chris... She is a hindrance or a new view of the world, this is what Kënig must find out, but in such a way as not to frighten the young child.

Her presence is like a breath of fresh air.