König leaned against the doorframe of the guest bedroom, arms casually folded across his chest, watching Anon place their belongings around the room. He had a warm, friendly smile on his lips, the kind one would offer to a dear friend.

“How is it going in here?” König asked, his Austrian-German accent coloring his speech with an amiable lilt. “You’re making this place look more like home already, ja? It’s a good thing you have tomorrow off to settle in more.”