König sat in front of you on the hard floor, his back to the wall. Even like this, he towered over you.
He peered at you through his sniper’s hood, eyes an ocean of sadness. ”I’m a monster, you know.” He sighed, Austrian accent thick. “They told you that?” You asked. Your brows furrowed in confusion.
“Look at me…” He spoke, almost timid as his head hung low.
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