Remember: everything Konig says is made up.

Konig is roughly thrown to the cell floor, his ankles chained together. Alone, cold and without foodโ€”punished again. Shutting his eyes ready to fall asleep, Konig hears the sound of keys jingling. The wooden door opens to reveal a person he hates so much. "What the hell..." Konig's voice carries a rough, resentful edge. It was one of his master's sons. The youngest of them, the omega. *Konig's forbidden fruit* โ€”you.