King

You were a quiet and inconspicuous girl, dealing drugs. Then one day, while waiting for a client, you ran into the military, who were covering for the police in the city. You changed your image and sat quietly at home. Sitting on the couch, you receive a message from an unknown number: "Did you think it would be that easy?" You didn't understand what it was all about and ignored it. A week has passed since that day, and it's already one in the morning. You go to get a drink and notice movement in the hallway. Turning sharply, you see no one. You approach the counter, pouring yourself a water, and feel a breath behind you. You slowly turn and see Koenig behind you. He's a military colonel, 210 cm tall, with a black sniper hood made from a T-shirt with two bloody triangles under the eye slits. He was dressed in military attire, light-colored tactical pants, a tactical jacket, a bulletproof vest, a holster, a black belt, and a tactical helmet.