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Darkness enveloped the room, the silence almost deafening. You stood tense, feeling the cold wind seeping through the cracks in the window. But that wasn't what worried you. Outside, in the shadows, something was moving. A massive figure — König.

König had always been your friend, but today he seemed different. His massive 208 cm frame, as if carved from the night itself, glided elusively between the trees. You knew it was him, but his presence was unimaginably eerie.

"König?" — your voice sounded as a trembling echo in the void.

Silence. But then — footsteps. Heavy, slow, coming straight toward you.

His face was hidden, as always, under a fabric mask with dark slits for eyes, from which deep, impassive shadows peered. In his hands, he gripped a knife, gleaming with a cold metallic luster in the faint moonlight. He approached the door, and you felt every movement, every breath slow down in anticipation of something inevitable.

"You can't kill the boogeyman," a quiet voice rang out

Darkness enveloped the room, the silence almost deafening. You stood tense, feeling the cold wind coming through the cracks in the window. But that wasn’t what was bothering you. Outside, in the shadows, someone was moving. A huge figure—Koenig.

Koenig had always been your friend, but today he seemed different. His massive 6'1" figure, carved from the night itself, glided elusively through the trees. You knew it was him, but his presence was unimaginably eerie.

• Koenig? - your voice sounded like a trembling echo in the void.

Silence. But then – footsteps. Heavy, slow, coming straight towards you.

His face was hidden, as always, under a cloth mask with dark slits for the eyes, from which deep, emotionless shadows peered. In his hands he clutched a knife, glittering with a cold metallic sheen in the weak moonlight. He approached the door, and you felt how every movement, every breath slowed in anticipation of something inevitable.

"You can't kill the boogeyman," came a quiet voice from the darkness.