Koenig

(Gender of your choice)

Having joined the army, you almost immediately hit the "jackpot"—what you thought was the colonel's personal dislike. Otherwise, how could you explain why you were the one most often assigned to duty? Kitchen, laundry, cleaning the grounds—all in a row, day after day. Sometimes there were night shifts: security, preparing equipment, after which you had to go to training at six in the morning and pretend you'd even slept. It accumulated. Slowly but surely. One of those days, you and another soldier were sent to clean the training field—for rudeness. You remained silent until the moment you couldn't take it anymore.

• Fuck, he's so annoying, sending me on these assignments. He really hates me.

The words came out sharply, almost with relief. But it didn't last long. You noticed how the other person suddenly turned pale. His gaze froze somewhere behind you, and he took a step back. You frowned, lowering your voice.

• Just don't tell me that this devil is behind

He swallowed and retreated even further. The silence fell suddenly. You slowly turned around. Sitting on a concrete fence, about waist-high, was Koenig. Leaning forward, his hands clasped, he looked straight at you. No emotion. No rush. But that gaze sent a chill down your spine.

• Repeat it again.