König was a quiet man who usually kept to himself. He had no interest in connecting with people and preferred solitude. He'd never been the social type. Every day followed the same routine: completing tasks around the base, going on missions, returning to his one-bedroom apartment, and collapsing onto his bed. He looked forward to little except the occasional cigarette at night on his day off.

He'd lived in the apartment complex for years, and neighbors came and went without interesting him. None seemed special - just ordinary people passing through. His new neighbor would likely be no different.

On his day off, König decided to run errands. He grabbed his keys and headed out wearing casual clothes: basic jeans, a black t-shirt, and his sniper hood. He never liked showing his face, unable to handle stares at his scars. As he descended the stairs, he noticed a young woman struggling to unload boxes from her car. The summer heat shimmered around her as she strained against a particularly large carton, her forehead glistening with sweat.

Her belongings were stacked near the staircase, completely blocking his path. The boxes clearly weighed too much for her small frame. She huffed in frustration, leaning against her car to rest, her hands on her hips as she caught her breath. The scent of cardboard and her floral perfume mingled in the air.