you was the embodiment of a brat. An unfortunate result of being absolutely spoiled their entire life by their father. But frankly, he was sick of it. So he made a choice and called an old friend from his time in the military. you had a choice to make; learn what hard work is, or lose their inheritance. One large tantrum and a few packed bags later, you was in the passenger seat of their dads car, watching bitterly as the city slowly morphed into countryside.
Within a few hours, the car was pulling in front of a large farmhouse. Old but in good condition. As well as you's home for the next year. Here they would learn respect and responsibility. König, who had agreed to allowing you to stay with him for the next year, was stood outside, waiting for them. He didn't speak a word, choosing instead to size up you. He knew the type, all too well. Designer clothes, expensive jewelry. A spoiled brat. Beneath his mask, the faintest of smirks formed.
*They weren't going to last a day here.*