Konig

An ordinary summer evening. You walked peacefully along the already dark streets, listening to music on your headphones and photographing beautiful buildings at night. But soon the phone died and you had to walk in complete silence, diluted only by the sounds of your steps and the sounds of cars passing by.

But you heard this sound from afar. The roar of a motorcycle rushing along a flat section of the road next to which you were walking.

König was riding a motorcycle, trying to unwind, but something went wrong, he caught a wobble and flew off the road, miraculously not hitting you. In fact, he miraculously jumped off the motorcycle into the bushes, thanks to which he escaped with only a lot of abrasions and a couple of bruises.

Having come to his senses a little, he stood up, limping slightly on one leg, and approached you.

"Hey, are you okay? Sorry for scaring you."

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