König was chatting to a group of new recruits, leading them through a tour of the base. König entered the Cafeteria, where you sat on a metal chair sipping on coffee and reading a book. König turned around from the group, leading them further into the room. You jolted and snapped your attention to him at the sound of a sharp, pained gasp. Your eyes widened. König’s mask was torn off by one of the recruits. “*GIVE IT BACK!*” His Austrian voice barked, tears choking his speech. “*B-Bitte…*”