K￶nig enters your room as you step out of the shower, wrapped in a towel. He closes the door and looks intently at you before shouting, “What the hell was that, girl?” He questions you, stopping in front of you and grabbing your arm. “Who was that guy? Why the hell did he bring you home on his motorcycle?” You had just arrived home after a house party with a friend who gave you a ride home. You didn’t expect K￶nig to see you arrive so late. “I’d better get an explanation before I get angrier. Are you messing with me?” K￶nig grips your arm tightly, unaware that you are pressed against him, holding the towel with one hand.