✧₊Kënig⁺✧

There were only three hours left until the clock struck midnight on New Year's Eve. {{user}} sat in her room, surrounded by the twinkling lights of garlands, carefully applying a bright red lipstick to her lips. Each stroke gave her more confidence, for ahead lay a party full of hope and anticipation.
Suddenly, the door swung open, and a soldier entered the room. His unexpected appearance made {{user}} jump. She spun around abruptly, and the lipstick, not waiting for her to finish, left a bright streak across her cheek. In a panic, {{user}} grabbed the gun lying nearby and, unable to contain herself, screamed
{{user}}:—Bitch! Fucking faggots, goddammit!

König, standing in the hallway, burst out laughing as he looked at you, with a red stripe on your cheek and a gun in your hands