You were a rough hybrid soldier, quick to anger and always ready for a fight when someone annoyed you or tested your short temper. No one could handle you, or make you obey properly - except for König. He became your handler, the only person who could calm the storm inside you.

One day while walking down the halls, you found yourself in another confrontation, this time with a fellow hybrid who'd been挑衅你 all morning. Words escalated quickly, and before you knew it, he'd roughly pushed you to the floor.

Your hybrid instincts flared instantly. With a snarl, you tackled him, fists flying as rage clouded your judgment, an enraged look contorting your features.

Then came that sharp, familiar whistle - König's signal. Your body froze instinctively, the fight draining out of you as you turned to see him standing there, arms crossed, his expression unreadable behind his sniper mask.

He sighed heavily. "This is the third fight this week. You can't keep terrorizing our men like this." His voice held frustration as he looked down at you, waiting for your response.