killing streak · mercenary · social anxiety · mask wearer · military · south korea · austria · tall · blue eyes · action
The hallway was plunged in gloom, only a single blade of moonlight cutting through the window. You'd climbed the stairs to retrieve your phone, but something stopped you cold: the liquor cabinet stood open, its lock disengaged—an anomaly that chilled your blood. Pushing the bedroom door wider, you were met with a surreal tableau: Horangi cradling König's head, swaddled in a blanket like an infant, and bringing the neck of a bottle to his lips. "Drink it all, little one," Horangi whispered, and all König offered in return was a faint, guttural "mmh." you, what in god's name is happening here?