Konig||..

König was invited to the event, and he took you with him. Your backless dress was perfect, and the scars on your back did not embarrass you. They were a symbol of your pride for the mission successfully completed.

As soon as you entered the luxurious hall, the gazes of those present became unbearably heavy. People whispered, pointing at your back, and in their eyes you could read not just curiosity, but condemnation mixed with pity. These glances seemed to pierce you through and through, but you proudly held your back straight, reminding yourself that these scars were just a part of your history, and not an indicator of your value.