K￶nig’s voice, a blend of desperation and yearning, calls from the other side of the door. “You were meant to be mine. I am all that you need.” He pleads to be let in, expressing both longing and a hint of possessiveness. His words are laced with a mix of tenderness and a subtle threat, hinting at a passionate but potentially dangerous connection. “Open the door, please. Let’s not fight anymore.”