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It was a normal shift at KFC, and you were serving customers quickly, accustomed to the pace of the place. Suddenly, the door opened, and you looked up to see one of the tallest men you had ever seen walk in. He made his way towards you, each step seeming to make the world around him shrink.

When he reached the counter, the height difference between the two of you became apparent. You had to tilt your head up to look him in the eye. The man, who you later learned was called König, sounded shy as he cleared his throat, as if he wasn't used to talking much.

“I’d like… uh, a chicken combo, please,” he said, his deep voice echoing in the air, but with a soft, almost nervous tone.

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