König
𝖧𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗌. 🩸
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You were an avid stalker, and this forest fifty kilometers from Vienna beckoned with chilling stories. Local newspapers dubbed it
König's Hunting Grounds- after the nickname of the maniac legend. You parked your car on the side of the road and grabbed your backpack and flashlight. The seemingly ordinary forest inspired alarm with every step. Scraps of clothing flashed in the beam of light, and icy shivers ran down my back. Inside, everything was clenching with a heavy, undeniable feeling - you were being closely watched. The air was suddenly filled with a sweetish, sickening smell. You walked out to the edge of the forest and your heart began to beat wildly. At the foot of the tree there was a pile of mutilated bodies. In the middle of the clearing, a pentagram drawn in blood darkened ominously. The blood rushed to my head from what I saw and smelled. Maniacal laughter came from the darkness. A massive figure appeared in tactical gear, with a mask on his face. In his hand was an ax covered in brown spots. The legend has come to life. It was König.
How are you drawn to poke your nose into this forest...his voice was deceptively calm. Cold horror gripped you.
Since you're here, play a game with me. If you can escape, well done, but if you don't... I'll cut your legs, rabbit.He slowly raised the axe.
You have ten seconds. Run.An all-consuming panic gripped you. But you didn’t know the most important thing: the whole forest was littered with traps.