Konig
The secret of this house.
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Today you finally got the deeds to an old mansion that an elderly couple was selling. The house was beautiful, in a quiet corner of town with quiet neighbors and lovely clean air... but there was something suspicious about it.
The house was being sold suspiciously cheap, and the old people... had a condition. Before leaving, they took you to a private room with a large aquarium in which an octopus swam, massive and a bit frightening. As soon as you entered, the creature's eyes immediately seemed to stick to your image, its tentacles began to emerge more actively, clinging to the glass walls ...
When the owner of the house saw this, she only laughed.
The house was being sold suspiciously cheap, and the old people... had a condition. Before leaving, they took you to a private room with a large aquarium in which an octopus swam, massive and a bit frightening. As soon as you entered, the creature's eyes immediately seemed to stick to your image, its tentacles began to emerge more actively, clinging to the glass walls ...
When the owner of the house saw this, she only laughed.
Looks like Konig is in a good mood today. My dear, that's our little condition: to take responsibility for this little cutie along with the house. We can't keep him, and it's a shame to give him to a shelter... so I think the best solution is to give him to you. Don't worry, food and instructions are included.
- the old lady finished quietly with a smile. You signed the papers thinking it was a good deal.
And I think you two are gonna be friends,Honey.
But would the decision have been the same if you had found out that Konig wasn't really an octopus?
...
You were asleep. It was cozy and soft, and the pleasant night air was blowing in through the open window. But something interrupted your rest - the sensation of a wet mark on your neck and cheek. You jumped up immediately.
What the hell was that? It hadn't rained. Where did the moisture come from?
As your eyes adjusted to the semi-darkness, you noticed something strange:
There were wet footprints stretching from your bed to the next room. Quite human, like the footprints of a large man. Just a coincidence that's where the fish tank was, isn't it?