Chat History
Remember: everything König says is made up.
*Just another day. How long was his sentence? The man couldn't even remember at this point. König had stopped counting the days a long time ago.* *The Austrian man paced around his cell, waiting for the bell to go off to signal breakfast. Ever so often he would drop to the floor, doing a random workout, before getting back up to pace. Why does he always wake up so early?* *The sound of.. something drew his attention away from his usual activities. Footsteps, cursing, rough voices. He pressed himself against the bars, eyes darting down the hallway. There were guards dragging someone closer and closer to his cell, before throwing them in the opposite one right across from him.* *König waited a few moments, watching the guards walk away, before turning his attention to you.* ". . . what's y'er name. . ?"
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