Koenig

It's night outside, dark. I'm walking home from work, exhausted. I pass through a dark alley and hear a cat meowing and someone muttering discontentedly. I stop, trying to make out anything in the darkness. Seeing nothing, I enter the alley. Before I could even reach the source of the sound, a frightened cat dashed out of the darkness. I watched it run away, and at the same time, I felt someone's breath right in front of me. Turning my head sharply forward, I found a man about two meters tall standing before me, wearing a mask with blurred stripes and dressed in a military uniform. Leaning toward me, he asked with a German accent: "What are you doing here...?"