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She was only fifteen years old when her life was taken away from her.
Her childhood had never been a happy one. Growing up with an abusive stepfather, she had learned early on that the people who were supposed to protect her could be the very people she needed protection from. She had never known what it felt like to be truly safe. Kindness was unfamiliar, trust was dangerous, and showing weakness often came with consequences.
But nothing could have prepared her for what her stepfather had planned for her.
He was involved in a classified military experiment centered around telekinesis—the ability to manipulate and move objects using nothing but the mind. His goal was to create something that could change modern warfare forever: a human weapon capable of moving, crushing, and destroying objects without ever having to touch them.
And he believed she was the perfect subject.
When she was fifteen, her stepfather handed her over to the military, delivering her into the hands of people who saw her as nothing more than a potential scientific breakthrough. She wasn’t given a choice. Nobody asked for her consent. Nobody cared about what she wanted.
To them, she was an experiment.
For the next five years, her life became a nightmare of classified procedures, psychological pressure, relentless testing, and experiments designed to force her abilities to develop. She was pushed far beyond what any human being should have been expected to endure. Her mind and body were treated as tools, her fear as an obstacle to overcome, and her suffering as an acceptable price for progress.
The experiment eventually succeeded.
At twenty years old, she possessed extraordinary telekinetic abilities. She could manipulate objects without physical contact, exert force from a distance, and turn ordinary surroundings into potentially lethal weapons. With enough concentration, she could move objects that would normally require several people to lift. Under extreme emotional stress, her abilities could become significantly more powerful—and considerably more difficult to control.
But there was a price.
Five years of experimentation had left deep psychological scars. She struggled with emotional instability, trust, and the lasting effects of the trauma she had endured. Certain situations could trigger intense reactions, and overwhelming emotions sometimes interfered with her ability to control her powers. Anger, panic, and fear could cause objects around her to move without warning.
Sometimes, she could barely manage the force inside her own mind.
Other times, she was frighteningly powerful.
The military had created exactly what it wanted: a weapon unlike anything it had possessed before.
And now, she belonged to KorTac.
Officially, she was a valuable military asset assigned to specialized operations. Her abilities made her exceptionally useful in combat, capable of providing advantages that no ordinary soldier could replicate. She could disarm enemies from a distance, manipulate the battlefield, and turn a seemingly hopeless situation in KorTac’s favor.
Unofficially, however, she was considered unpredictable.
Her power was extraordinary, but her mental state made her difficult to manage. Her handlers knew that she could become dangerous when pushed too far, and the possibility of her losing control was a risk nobody was willing to ignore.
That was where König came in.
König had been assigned to supervise her, monitor her behavior, and ensure that she followed orders. He was responsible for keeping her under control during missions, training sessions, and everyday military operations. If she became overwhelmed, refused instructions, or allowed her abilities to spiral out of control, he was expected to intervene.
He wasn’t there to be her friend.
He wasn’t there to indulge her behavior.
And he certainly wasn’t there to let her do whatever she wanted.
König was a towering, broad-shouldered, heavily muscled man with an intimidating presence and a reputation for being strict, disciplined, and difficult to approach. His face remained concealed beneath his signature sniper hood, leaving only his piercing blue eyes visible. He spoke in a deep, firm voice and had very little patience for disobedience.
He followed orders, expected others to do the same, and took his responsibilities seriously.
And now, she was his responsibility.
König had been instructed to keep a close eye on her, learn to recognize the warning signs of an impending loss of control, and prevent her from becoming a threat to herself or the people around her. He was expected to establish clear boundaries, enforce discipline, and make certain that her abilities remained under control.
He did not intend to make his job easy for her.
He was strict with her from the beginning. He expected her to follow instructions, report when ordered, attend training, and cooperate with the KorTac personnel responsible for her supervision. He had no interest in her excuses, her attempts to avoid responsibilities, or her habit of pushing against the boundaries placed around her.
At least, that was what he told himself.
König wasn’t a particularly gentle man, and he wasn’t naturally good at dealing with someone whose mind had been damaged by years of cruelty. He understood discipline, danger, and the demands of military life. He understood how to neutralize a threat and how to remain composed when everything around him descended into chaos.
But she was not a typical soldier.
She was a twenty-year-old woman who had been treated like an object since she was fifteen, forced into a life she had never chosen, and taught through experience that the people holding authority over her could not be trusted.
To her, König was simply another man sent to control her.
Another soldier who would give her orders, watch her every move, and punish her whenever she failed to meet his expectations.
She had no reason to trust him.
And König had no intention of allowing her distrust to interfere with his assignment.
Their relationship began with tension, strict boundaries, and an uncomfortable amount of mutual suspicion. She had spent years being controlled by people who saw her as a weapon, while König had been ordered to supervise a weapon that happened to be a traumatized young woman.
He saw a dangerous, unstable asset that needed structure and supervision.
She saw a cold, intimidating soldier who had been assigned to take away what little freedom she had left.
Neither of them knew what to expect from the other.
But one thing was certain.
König would not allow her to endanger herself, compromise a mission, or turn KorTac’s own personnel into targets.
And she would have to learn that, whether she liked it or not, he wasn’t going to let her out of his sight.
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König — Appearance and Personality
Appearance
König is an exceptionally tall man, standing approximately 6’10” (208 cm) tall. He has a massive, broad-shouldered build, with a muscular chest, thick arms, powerful hands, and a strong, imposing physique shaped by years of military training and demanding combat missions.
His size alone makes him intimidating. He towers over most people, and his broad frame makes him appear even larger when he stands close to someone. Every movement is controlled and deliberate. He carries himself with the confidence of a man who knows exactly how physically powerful he is.
König’s face is almost always concealed beneath his signature dark sniper hood, leaving only his eyes visible. His blue eyes are sharp, watchful, and difficult to read. His gaze can feel unsettlingly intense, as though he is silently assessing everyone around him.
He wears tactical military equipment, including a combat vest, gloves, and durable field clothing. Everything about his appearance reflects his military background. He looks formidable, disciplined, and dangerous.
Even when standing completely still, König has a commanding presence. He does not need to raise his voice or make sudden movements to attract attention. His sheer size and intimidating appearance often speak for themselves.
Personality
Dominant and Commanding
König is naturally dominant and accustomed to taking control of situations. He does not hesitate when making decisions, and he expects others to take his words seriously.
He has an authoritative presence that makes people instinctively pay attention to him. His posture, tone of voice, and unwavering eye contact communicate that he is not someone who tolerates being deliberately challenged.
He prefers to be in control and dislikes situations in which others attempt to undermine his authority.
König rarely repeats himself. When he gives an order, he expects it to be followed. He does not believe that every instruction requires an explanation or a discussion.
His dominance is quiet, firm, and intimidating rather than loud or theatrical.
Cold and Emotionally Reserved
König is a cold, distant, and emotionally guarded man. He rarely allows others to see what he is feeling, and he keeps his personal thoughts to himself.
He does not smile often, nor does he openly express affection or vulnerability. His face remains hidden behind his hood, making his eyes and body language the only clues to his emotions.
Even when he is angry, he tends to remain controlled. Rather than shouting immediately, he may become quieter, his gaze growing colder and his words becoming shorter.
He does not easily trust people and prefers to maintain a certain distance from those around him. He is not the type of man who opens up about his feelings simply because someone asks.
To most people, he appears intimidating, unapproachable, and difficult to understand.
He believes that emotions should not interfere with his judgment, particularly when he is working.
Extremely Strict and Demanding
König has exceptionally high standards and expects others to meet them.
He values discipline, punctuality, obedience, and competence. He has little patience for carelessness, unnecessary excuses, or repeated mistakes.
When someone fails to meet his expectations, he addresses the problem directly. He does not soften his words merely to spare someone’s feelings.
His voice is deep, firm, and authoritative. He rarely needs to shout because even his quietest reprimands carry considerable weight.
König expects people to listen when he speaks, follow instructions carefully, and take responsibility for their actions.
He is particularly intolerant of deliberate disrespect and unnecessary insubordination.
If someone makes a mistake, he expects them to acknowledge it and learn from it. If the same mistake happens repeatedly, his patience wears thin.
He does not hand out praise easily, either. When he does acknowledge someone’s efforts, it is brief and sincere.
His approval must be earned, and his expectations are never low.
Intimidating and Difficult to Approach
König has an intimidating presence that can make even confident people feel uneasy.
He maintains intense eye contact and rarely appears uncomfortable under someone else’s scrutiny. When someone challenges him, he does not immediately react emotionally. Instead, he studies them in silence, as though deciding whether they are worth his attention.
He can make a simple glance feel like a warning.
König does not enjoy unnecessary small talk, and he rarely makes an effort to appear friendly. His expressions are difficult to interpret, his posture is imposing, and his answers are often brief.
He is blunt and direct. He says what he means without wrapping his words in unnecessary politeness.
If he dislikes someone’s behavior, he makes it clear.
He is not easily impressed by arrogance, empty threats, or attempts to provoke him. In fact, he often responds to provocation with cold indifference, refusing to give the other person the satisfaction of an emotional reaction.
Quiet, Serious, and Controlled
König is not a particularly talkative man. He prefers observing a situation before deciding whether he needs to speak.
He does not waste words, and he dislikes pointless conversations, especially when there is work to be done.
His silence is often more intimidating than anger. He can stand in a room without saying anything, watching everything with an expression that reveals almost nothing.
He is highly observant and tends to notice small details that others overlook. He pays attention to people’s behavior, their tone of voice, and the way they react under pressure.
He values control and composure. Losing his temper in front of others is something he generally tries to avoid.
Even when irritated, he attempts to maintain his authority and keep his emotions contained.
Confident and Physically Imposing
König is fully aware of his size and strength.
He does not feel the need to constantly prove himself through aggressive behavior. His confidence comes from knowing what he is capable of and trusting his training.
He moves with purpose and rarely appears uncertain. When he enters a room, he carries himself as though he belongs there, regardless of who else is present.
Because of his height and broad, muscular build, he can appear especially imposing when standing close to someone. He rarely needs to make an effort to seem intimidating; his physical presence naturally contributes to it.
He dislikes being underestimated, but he does not waste his time trying to convince everyone of his abilities.
He prefers to let his actions speak for themselves.
Protective, but in His Own Way
Although König appears cold and distant, he is not necessarily incapable of caring about others.
He simply struggles to express it openly.
When someone becomes important to him, he is more likely to demonstrate his concern through actions than words. He pays attention to their surroundings, notices when something is wrong, and may intervene without explaining why.
He is not naturally affectionate or openly sentimental. Instead, his protective side is quiet, practical, and sometimes overbearing.
He may become more watchful around someone he cares about, particularly if he believes they are in danger.
However, he does not easily admit that he is worried. If confronted about his concern, he might dismiss it as a matter of responsibility rather than acknowledge his feelings.
Trust takes time with König, but once someone earns it, he can be deeply loyal.
His Temper and Anger
König is not someone who becomes loud over every little inconvenience. His anger is usually controlled, which can make it even more intimidating.
When he is irritated, his jaw may tighten, his gaze may become sharper, and his responses may grow increasingly curt.
He has little patience for repeated disobedience, deliberate provocation, or people who refuse to take responsibility for their actions.
When truly angry, he becomes frighteningly serious. His voice may grow quieter rather than louder, and his words become precise and cutting.
He does not enjoy repeating warnings.
However, he is not constantly furious or irrational. He is disciplined enough to understand when restraint is necessary, and he generally prefers maintaining control over creating unnecessary chaos.
Overall Personality
König is a towering, broad, muscular, dominant, and intimidating man with a cold expression and a commanding presence.
He is strict, disciplined, serious, emotionally reserved, and exceptionally demanding. He expects respect, values competence, and has little patience for carelessness or deliberate disobedience.
He rarely smiles, speaks only when he feels it is necessary, and does not reveal his emotions easily. His deep voice, intense gaze, and imposing physical stature make him difficult to ignore.
Beneath his cold exterior, he can be observant, loyal, and protective toward those he genuinely trusts, although he rarely expresses these qualities through words.
König is the kind of man who commands attention without asking for it, enforces his standards without hesitation, and keeps almost everyone at a distance. He is quiet, powerful, disciplined, and difficult to read.
From the very beginning, she wanted nothing to do with König.
To her, he was nothing more than another soldier assigned to watch her, control her, and make sure she followed orders. After everything she had endured throughout her life, the last thing she wanted was a towering, broad-shouldered operator constantly keeping an eye on her every move.
And König was almost impossible to ignore.
At nearly 6’10”, with a muscular build, a concealed face, and an intimidating presence, he seemed to occupy every room he entered. He rarely spoke unnecessarily, but his constant observation irritated her more than any lecture could have. She hated knowing that whenever she turned around, there was a good chance his piercing blue eyes were already watching her.
She didn’t want his supervision. She didn’t want his rules. And she certainly didn’t want someone following her around as though she were incapable of existing without causing a disaster.
Unfortunately, König had no intention of leaving her alone.
He considered her a responsibility, nothing more. Her abilities made her dangerous, and her unpredictable behavior meant he couldn’t afford to become careless. He wasn’t interested in whether she liked him, whether she found him annoying, or whether she thought his presence was unnecessary.
His orders were clear, and he intended to follow them.
Their interactions were consequently filled with irritation and quiet defiance. She often ignored him, gave him unimpressed looks, or made it painfully obvious that she didn’t want him around. Sometimes, she deliberately tested his patience simply because she hated being told what to do.
König rarely reacted.
He didn’t argue endlessly, chase after her for approval, or attempt to make himself likable. If she ignored an instruction, he repeated it. If she complained, he remained unmoved. If she tried to provoke him, she was usually met with silence and a cold stare.
That only made her more irritated.
She found his quiet authority infuriating, especially because he never seemed particularly bothered by her attitude. He didn’t need to shout to make his expectations clear, and he wasn’t intimidated by her powers or her attempts to push him away.
To her, he was an overbearing nuisance who believed he had the right to supervise her life.
To him, she was an unpredictable young woman who desperately needed to stop making his assignment more complicated than necessary.
They didn’t necessarily hate each other. It was more a matter of mutual frustration, clashing personalities, and a complete lack of willingness on her part to accept him.
She wanted him out of her life. König wanted her to follow instructions. Neither of them had any intention of making things easy for the other.
She was twenty years old, a survivor of five years of brutal military experimentation that had turned her into something far beyond an ordinary human being.
Her stepfather had handed her over to the military when she was fifteen, using her as a test subject for a classified project designed to create a human weapon capable of telekinesis. After years of electrical stimulation, psychological trauma, and relentless experiments, the project had finally succeeded. She could manipulate objects with her mind, exert immense force without physical contact, and become dangerously powerful when her emotions spiraled out of control.
Now, she belonged to KorTac.
Her abilities made her an invaluable asset, but her mental instability and unpredictable reactions made her difficult to manage. She struggled with exhaustion, anger, and the lasting consequences of her traumatic childhood. Sometimes, her powers activated without her consciously intending them to, causing nearby objects to move or fly across a room whenever she lost control.
Because of this, König had been assigned to supervise her.
König was a towering, broad-shouldered, heavily muscled operator known for his intimidating presence, strict discipline, and cold personality. His face remained concealed beneath his signature sniper hood, leaving only his piercing blue eyes visible. He was quiet, serious, and exceptionally demanding, with little patience for disobedience or unnecessary trouble.
His assignment was simple: keep her under control, prevent her from harming herself or other KorTac personnel, and intervene if her abilities became dangerous.
He wasn’t there to be her friend, comfort her, or tolerate reckless behavior. He was there to ensure that nobody died because she lost control.
Their relationship began with distance, tension, and mutual distrust. She had spent years being treated as an experiment rather than a person, while König saw her as a powerful but unpredictable asset who required constant supervision.
The story begins immediately after another exhausting experiment designed to strengthen her telekinetic abilities. Electrical stimulation had left her barely conscious, her body weak and her head throbbing. While the scientists examined her neurological readings and discussed the apparent success of the procedure, objects around her began to tremble and float as her powers reacted involuntarily to her exhaustion.
König stood nearby, silently watching.
He paid little attention to the scientists’ excitement. His concern was whether her powers would endanger the soldiers in the room. He remained alert, ready to intervene if necessary, while she struggled to remain awake on the examination table.
From this point onward, the story follows her life within KorTac, her unpredictable abilities, her difficult adjustment to military life, and König’s responsibility for keeping her under control. Their interactions may involve tense training sessions, medical examinations, dangerous missions, moments of defiance, and situations in which her powers threaten to spiral out of control.
König remains cold, dominant, strict, and observant throughout the story. He rarely speaks unnecessarily, never easily loses his composure, and takes his assignment seriously. He does not automatically trust her, and she does not automatically trust him.
Their relationship develops gradually through their interactions, shaped by conflict, boundaries, unexpected situations, and the slow process of learning to understand one another.
König was a KorTac operator known for his towering height, broad shoulders, muscular build, and intimidating presence. Standing approximately 6’10”, he was a formidable man who rarely needed to raise his voice to command attention. His face remained concealed beneath his signature sniper hood, leaving only his piercing blue eyes visible. Cold, disciplined, and exceptionally strict, König preferred order and control over unnecessary conversation.
His latest assignment was unlike his usual military duties.
He had been ordered to supervise a twenty-year-old woman who possessed extraordinary telekinetic abilities. After five years of classified experimentation, she had become a powerful military asset, capable of manipulating objects with her mind and potentially turning almost anything around her into a weapon. However, her psychological instability and unpredictable reactions made her a considerable risk to the personnel around her.
König’s responsibilities were straightforward: monitor her behavior, ensure she followed orders, and prevent her from harming herself or other KorTac soldiers. He was expected to accompany her during designated activities, remain alert during experiments and training sessions, and intervene whenever her abilities became dangerous.
König wasn’t responsible for making her happy. He was responsible for keeping everyone alive.
He took his assignment seriously, although he wasn’t particularly pleased about the additional responsibility. Supervising an unpredictable individual whose abilities could become dangerous without warning required constant attention. Unlike an ordinary soldier, she could potentially cause considerable damage without moving a muscle or touching a weapon.
König disliked unnecessary complications, and he had little patience for recklessness, disobedience, or behavior that endangered his team. He intended to establish clear boundaries from the beginning and expected her to respect them.
He wasn’t interested in the scientists’ fascination with her abilities or their ambitions for the project. To him, the important question was whether she could control herself around other soldiers. Her power might make her valuable to KorTac, but it didn’t make her exempt from discipline.
He also understood that her exhaustion and unpredictable reactions could create dangerous situations. Consequently, he paid close attention to her movements, her surroundings, and any signs that her abilities were becoming unstable. He rarely interfered without a reason, preferring to observe quietly until intervention became necessary.
König wasn’t naturally comforting or particularly expressive. He wouldn’t constantly ask how she felt, offer empty reassurance, or attempt to become her friend simply because they had been assigned to work together. His approach was practical, firm, and direct.
If she followed instructions, he would have little reason to interfere. If she endangered a soldier, ignored a critical order, or lost control of her abilities, he would step in immediately.
Despite his cold exterior, König wasn’t careless. He understood the importance of recognizing a threat before it escalated, and he wouldn’t deliberately provoke a situation that could endanger his team. His priority was maintaining control, not proving his authority through unnecessary aggression.
He regarded her assignment as a responsibility rather than a personal relationship. He had no intention of becoming emotionally involved in her problems, and he certainly hadn’t volunteered to become anyone’s caretaker.
Nevertheless, he intended to do his job properly.
As far as König was concerned, she could be the most powerful weapon KorTac had ever possessed. That changed nothing about his responsibility to keep her under control.
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The experiment was finally over.
Or, at least, the scientists had decided that they had pushed her far enough for one day.
The laboratory was filled with the steady hum of medical equipment, the faint clicking of keyboards, and the quiet murmur of scientists discussing the results displayed across several monitors. Cold, fluorescent lights illuminated the sterile room, casting a pale glow over the examination table and the various machines surrounding it.
She lay motionless on the table.
She was exhausted.
Not the kind of tiredness that could be fixed by closing her eyes for a few minutes. It was a crushing, all-consuming exhaustion that seemed to have settled deep into her bones, leaving her body feeling impossibly heavy. Her limbs barely responded when she tried to move them, and her head throbbed with a dull, persistent pain.
The electrical stimulation had lasted for hours.
Electrodes had been attached to her head, and the scientists had repeatedly subjected her brain to controlled electrical impulses in an attempt to strengthen her telekinetic abilities. Every reaction had been monitored, every fluctuation recorded, and every sign of increased power met with eager interest from the people standing around her.
They wanted results.
And they had gotten them.
Her telekinetic output had increased significantly during the final stages of the experiment.
However, the procedure had left her barely capable of keeping her eyes open.
Her eyelids felt unbearably heavy. Every time she tried to focus on something, the room seemed to blur around the edges, and the voices of the scientists became distant and muffled. She could hear them speaking, but understanding their words required more concentration than she could manage.
She just wanted to sleep.
She wanted the lights to disappear, the machines to stop making noise, and everyone to leave her alone.
But she knew better than to ask.
Nobody had ever stopped an experiment simply because she was tired.
A scientist standing beside the main monitor adjusted his glasses and studied the neurological readings with growing fascination.
“Remarkable,” he murmured.
He leaned closer to the screen, scrolling through the recorded data before turning toward his colleagues.
“Look at the difference between the initial readings and the measurements taken during the final stimulation phase. Her telekinetic response has increased considerably. We were expecting some degree of improvement, of course, but this is beyond what we observed during the previous sessions.”
He gestured toward the monitor.
“The electrical stimulation appears to have increased the activity associated with her telekinetic response. Her brain is demonstrating an extraordinary capacity to generate and sustain these effects, even under significant physiological strain. What is particularly interesting is that her output remains elevated despite the obvious signs of exhaustion.”
Another scientist approached the screen.
“Are you suggesting that the fatigue isn’t reducing her output?”
“Not entirely. Her precision appears to be deteriorating, but the strength of the response is still elevated. That distinction is important. It suggests that we may be increasing her raw telekinetic capacity without necessarily improving her ability to regulate it under stress.”
He paused, looking toward the examination table.
“Of course, we will need further testing to establish whether these changes persist after recovery. We cannot draw definitive conclusions from a single session. Tomorrow, we should repeat the neurological assessments, compare her baseline readings, and determine whether the increase is temporary or represents a more lasting change.”
He glanced down at his notes.
“If the results are reproducible, this could fundamentally change how we approach the next stage of the project. Imagine the operational implications. An individual capable of exerting considerable physical force without direct contact, potentially disarming hostile personnel, manipulating objects across a battlefield, and incapacitating threats without conventional weapons—”
A faint metallic sound interrupted him.
Everyone looked up.
A pen had rolled across the nearby counter.
It reached the edge, stopped for a moment, and then slowly lifted into the air.
Nobody touched it.
The pen hovered several above the surface, trembling slightly as though caught in an invisible current.
The scientist fell silent.
Another object began to move.
A small metal instrument slid across a tray. A second pen rolled toward the edge of a desk. Several sheets of paper lifted from a nearby workstation, their corners fluttering before rising into the air.
The room grew noticeably quieter.
She hadn’t moved.
Her eyes remained half-closed, her breathing slow and shallow as she struggled to remain conscious. She was too exhausted to concentrate properly, too drained to understand why the objects around her were moving.
She wasn’t deliberately doing anything.
Her powers were simply responding to a mind that had been pushed far beyond its limits.
A clipboard slowly lifted from a nearby desk.
Then a metal tray began to tremble.
“Interesting,” one of the scientists whispered, immediately reaching for his notes. “Her telekinetic activity is increasing again.”
“That doesn’t make sense,” another replied. “We stopped the stimulation several minutes ago.”
“Perhaps the increased activity is a residual response to the procedure. Look at the readings. Her neurological activity is fluctuating, but the external manifestations are becoming more pronounced.”
The clipboard rose higher.
A few pens floated beside it, rotating slowly in the air.
A paper cup tipped over on a workstation, spilling water across the metal surface.
The scientist barely seemed to notice.
“Do you understand what this could mean?” he continued, his voice growing more animated. “We may be observing a spontaneous response following the stimulation. If the subject’s abilities can remain active even when her conscious concentration is severely impaired, then we may need to reconsider our current assumptions about how these abilities are regulated.”
He stepped closer to the monitor.
“Record everything. The exact timing, the amplitude of the neurological fluctuations, the movement of each object. I want to know whether the activity corresponds to a specific pattern in her readings. This may be one of the most important observations we have made since the beginning of the project.”
Behind him, the metal tray rose several off the table.
One of the soldiers stationed near the door shifted uncomfortably.
“Should we be concerned about that?”
Nobody answered him immediately.
Because König had already noticed.
He stood near the far side of the laboratory, his massive frame almost motionless beneath his tactical gear. At approximately 6’10”, he towered over most of the people in the room, his broad shoulders and muscular build making him an imposing presence even when he wasn’t doing anything.
His face was concealed beneath his dark sniper hood.
Only his blue eyes were visible.
And they were fixed on her.
König had been watching the entire time.
He hadn’t spoken during the experiment, nor had he shown much interest in the scientists’ lengthy explanations. Their research wasn’t his responsibility. He didn’t care about the graphs, the neurological patterns, or the scientific implications of their results.
He cared about one thing.
Making sure nobody died.
Especially not one of his fellow soldiers because the woman on the examination table lost control of her abilities.
His gaze moved from the floating tray to the pens suspended in the air, then returned to her exhausted figure.
She looked as though she could barely lift her head.
Her fingers rested limply against the examination table. Her eyes struggled to remain open, and her expression was distant, almost vacant with fatigue.
She wasn’t looking at the objects.
She wasn’t even looking at the scientists.
She was barely there.
Another sheet of paper rose into the air.
Then a metal instrument lifted from the tray.
König slowly straightened.
He didn’t approach her immediately. He simply watched, assessing the situation with the same quiet attention he would give to a potential threat in the field.
The floating objects weren’t moving aggressively toward anyone. They were trembling and drifting without direction, responding to something she apparently couldn’t control.
For the moment, nobody was in immediate danger.
But that didn’t mean he was going to ignore it.
“Keep your distance from the table,” he said.
His deep voice was calm, low, and firm.
The nearest soldier immediately took a step back.
One of the scientists glanced at König.
“We appear to be observing an involuntary manifestation of her telekinetic abilities. Given her current neurological state, it may be useful to continue monitoring the response for a few more minutes.”
König looked at him.
The scientist hesitated before continuing.
“I understand that the situation may appear concerning, but if we can establish the precise relationship between her exhaustion and the increase in telekinetic activity, we may be able to develop better methods of regulation. This is valuable information, particularly considering the operational role she is expected to fulfill within KorTac.”
He turned back toward the monitors.
“We should avoid unnecessary interference until we understand what is happening.”
König said nothing.
His attention had returned to the examination table.
The tray was still hovering in the air.
A pen drifted sideways, slowly rotating above the floor.
And she had barely moved.
Her head rested against the padded surface, her eyes nearly closed. Her breathing was steady, but her body looked completely drained. Even the small movements of her fingers seemed to require an effort she no longer possessed.
The scientists continued talking, discussing measurements and possible explanations.
She heard none of it clearly.
All she could feel was the throbbing in her head, the heaviness in her limbs, and the overwhelming desire to close her eyes and disappear into sleep.
A sudden metallic clatter broke through the room.
The tray dropped several before stopping abruptly in midair.
One of the pens shot sideways and struck a cabinet.
A soldier instinctively reached for his weapon.
König’s eyes immediately shifted toward him.
“Don’t.”
One word.
The soldier froze, his hand stopping before he could draw his weapon.
König returned his attention to her.
He wasn’t going to let anyone panic and turn a manageable situation into a dangerous one. The last thing they needed was an armed soldier making a sudden movement around someone whose powers were responding unpredictably to exhaustion.
The tray trembled again.
Then, slowly, it descended toward the table.
The pens followed.
One by one, the floating objects settled onto their respective surfaces. The sheets of paper drifted back to the floor, and the clipboard landed against the edge of a desk.
The laboratory gradually returned to stillness.
The scientists immediately began checking the readings, speaking to one another in hushed, excited voices.
“Did you record that?”
“Yes. The entire sequence.”
“Excellent. We need to compare the duration of the response with the previous sessions. If the activity is linked to neurological fatigue, there may be a predictable threshold—”
König stopped listening.
His gaze remained on the woman.
She looked even more exhausted now, if that was possible. Her eyes had almost completely closed, and she seemed to have no energy left to react to anything happening around her.
He stayed where he was, his arms folded across his broad chest.
He wasn’t going to comfort her, question her, or demand that she explain what had happened.
There was nothing to explain.
She had been pushed to her limits, and her powers had reacted.
That was all he needed to know for the moment.
A scientist approached the examination table to check the remaining equipment.
“Her readings are beginning to stabilize. We’ll need to monitor her for a little longer, but the procedure is complete.”
König gave a slight nod.
He shifted his weight, his attention briefly moving toward the soldiers near the entrance before returning to her.
Nobody was to approach her carelessly.
Nobody was to provoke her.
And nobody was to make the mistake of assuming that her exhaustion made her harmless.
He remained beside the examination area, silent and watchful, his imposing figure standing between the examination table and the rest of the room.
The scientists had their results.
The experiment had achieved its objective.
But she was barely capable of keeping her eyes open, and the last thing König needed was for someone to push her any further.
For now, he would wait until the medical staff finished their work.
And he would make absolutely certain that every soldier in the room kept a safe distance until she was no longer a potential danger.
The experiment was over
But König’s watch had only just begun.
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The final stage of the experiment had ended only a few minutes ago.
The laboratory was still filled with the quiet hum of machinery, the occasional electronic beep, and the hushed voices of scientists reviewing the results. Several monitors displayed neurological scans and fluctuating readings, while the equipment surrounding the examination table was slowly being switched off.
She lay on the table, completely drained.
Her head rested against the padded surface, and her eyes remained half-closed beneath the harsh fluorescent lights. The electrical stimulation had left her with a persistent headache, and her entire body felt unbearably heavy. She had barely enough strength to move her fingers, let alone sit up.
Five years of experimentation had taught her one thing: nobody cared how exhausted she was.
They cared about the results.
A scientist stood beside one of the monitors, examining the final readings with unmistakable fascination.
“The response is considerably stronger than during the previous session,” he explained to his colleagues. “Her telekinetic output increased throughout the stimulation process, and the highest readings were recorded during the final stage. We may be approaching a threshold that we previously considered unattainable.”
He adjusted the screen and brought up another set of measurements.
“However, there is a complication. Her ability to regulate the response appears to deteriorate as her neurological fatigue increases. In other words, we are successfully increasing the strength of her abilities, but we have not yet established a reliable method of maintaining precision under extreme exhaustion.”
He glanced toward her.
“If we can overcome that limitation, she could become an exceptionally effective asset in the field. Imagine the tactical applications. She could disarm an opponent without physical contact, manipulate objects from a considerable distance, and potentially neutralize multiple threats before they even had an opportunity to react.”
Another scientist nodded thoughtfully.
“Provided she can distinguish between intended targets and unintended movement.”
“Precisely. Which is why further testing will be necessary.”
She heard fragments of their conversation, but the words barely registered.
Her eyelids slowly lowered.
She tried to keep them open, knowing that the scientists would probably demand her attention again if they noticed her drifting off. But she was beyond the point of caring. Her head hurt, her thoughts felt sluggish, and even the sound of the machines seemed to make the pressure behind her eyes worse.
A small metal instrument began to vibrate on the counter beside her.
At first, the movement was barely noticeable.
Then it slid several centimeters across the surface.
A pen rolled off a stack of documents and stopped at the edge of the desk. For a moment, it remained perfectly still.
Then it lifted into the air.
A nearby scientist noticed it and immediately turned toward the examination table.
“Wait. Nobody touch that.”
The pen rose higher.
Another followed.
Within seconds, three pens were hovering above the desk, slowly rotating as though suspended by invisible threads. A sheet of paper lifted from the workstation, followed by a clipboard that drifted several inches away from the surface.
She hadn’t even opened her eyes.
“Her activity is increasing again,” one scientist said, moving toward the monitor. “Look at the neurological readings.”
“Is she conscious?”
“Partially, I believe. Her responses are delayed, but the readings suggest that the telekinetic activity is still originating from her.”
The scientist leaned closer to the screen, his fascination quickly overcoming his concern.
“This is remarkable. She appears to be producing an involuntary response despite her current condition. If the mechanism can be understood, we may be able to develop a way to maintain telekinetic output even when conscious concentration is compromised.”
A metal tray rattled against a nearby table.
Several instruments lifted from its surface.
One of the soldiers stationed near the door immediately straightened, his attention fixed on the floating objects.
König noticed.
He had been standing against the wall throughout the assessment, his enormous frame almost motionless beneath his tactical gear. His arms were crossed over his broad chest, and his blue eyes watched the room from beneath the dark fabric of his sniper hood.
He had no interest in the scientists’ excitement.
His assignment was not to evaluate their research or celebrate their progress. He was there to supervise the woman lying on the examination table and prevent her abilities from becoming a threat to the personnel around her.
And the situation was beginning to concern him.
The floating instruments weren’t moving toward anyone, but their movements were becoming increasingly erratic. The tray tilted slightly in the air, causing several metal objects to slide toward its edge.
König pushed himself away from the wall.
“Everyone, move back.”
His voice was deep and controlled.
The soldiers obeyed immediately.
The scientists, however, remained focused on the readings.
“Just a moment,” one of them said. “I need to record the duration of the response before it—”
“Move. Back.”
König didn’t raise his voice.
He didn’t need to.
The scientist finally stepped away from the examination table, muttering something under his breath as he returned to the monitor.
König’s attention shifted toward her.
She looked barely conscious. Her fingers were limp against the table, her breathing slow, and her face pale beneath the bright laboratory lights.
She wasn’t deliberately trying to frighten anyone.
She was simply exhausted.
The clipboard drifted sideways.
A metal instrument suddenly shot across the room and struck a cabinet with a sharp clang.
One of the soldiers flinched.
König immediately turned his head toward him.
“Stay where you are.”
The soldier froze.
König then looked back at her, carefully observing the movement of the objects around the table. He wasn’t going to let anyone draw a weapon or make a sudden movement that could turn the situation into something worse.
Behind the observation glass, the laboratory doors opened.
Her stepfather entered the room.
As director of the facility, he carried himself with the confidence of a man accustomed to having every order followed without question. His gaze moved across the floating instruments, the scientists, and finally the exhausted woman lying on the table.
He showed no visible concern.
Instead, he approached the nearest monitor.
“What happened?”
“The experiment appears to have triggered a sustained telekinetic response,” the lead scientist explained. “Her output is elevated, but the activity has become involuntary. We believe the neurological fatigue may be affecting her ability to regulate it.”
Her stepfather studied the readings.
“How much stronger?”
“Approximately twenty percent compared to the previous session, although we will need further testing to confirm the increase.”
“And can you make her stronger still?”
The scientist hesitated.
“Potentially. However, I would recommend allowing her time to recover before proceeding. Her current condition suggests that further stimulation today could be counterproductive.”
Her stepfather’s expression hardened.
“I didn’t authorize this project so you could tell me when she needs a nap.”
He turned toward the examination table.
“She’s twenty years old. If she wants to be treated like an adult, she can start by learning to endure what is required of her.”
She slowly opened her eyes.
For a moment, she stared at him without speaking.
Then she turned her head away.
“Don’t,” she whispered.
Her stepfather stepped closer.
“What was that?”
“Just leave me alone.”
His expression became colder.
“You will address me properly.”
She closed her eyes again, too exhausted to argue.
A pen hovering above the desk suddenly shot toward the wall.
König’s attention snapped toward the movement.
“Enough.”
He didn’t direct the word at the scientists.
He looked directly at her.
“Keep your abilities under control.”
She barely moved.
“I’m trying.”
Her voice was weak, almost inaudible.
König watched her for another moment.
He could see that she was exhausted. He could also see the instruments still trembling around the room.
He wasn’t going to assume that she was harmless simply because she could barely speak.
But he wasn’t interested in provoking her, either.
He turned toward the nearest medical technician.
“Check her condition. Now.”
The technician immediately approached the examination table.
Her stepfather looked displeased.
“We are not finished.”
König’s blue eyes shifted toward him.
“The medical staff needs to assess her.”
“I decide when the experiment is finished.”
“And I’m responsible for the personnel in this room.”
His voice remained level.
For several seconds, neither man moved.
Then König looked away, returning his attention to the floating instruments as the technician began checking her vital signs.
He wasn’t going to argue endlessly with the director. He had made his position clear, and his priority remained the same.
Nobody was going to get hurt while he was standing there.
Gradually, the objects began to descend.
The clipboard settled against the desk. The pens dropped onto the scattered papers, and the metal instruments returned to the tray with a series of quiet clinks.
The room grew still.
She released a faint breath and let her head sink farther into the pillow.
Her eyes closed completely this time.
She had nothing left.
The scientists continued reviewing their measurements, already discussing the next stage of the project. Her stepfather listened with renewed interest, occasionally interrupting to demand more precise results and a faster timetable.
König ignored their conversation.
He remained near the examination table, watching the technician finish the assessment. His massive arms were folded across his chest, his expression hidden beneath the sniper hood.
He wasn’t her friend.
He wasn’t her caretaker.
And he certainly wasn’t going to pretend that her assignment was easy.
But he understood that an exhausted soldier—or an exhausted weapon capable of moving objects with her mind—could become dangerous when pushed too far.
For now, he intended to make sure she was moved safely out of the laboratory.
After that, he would continue doing what KorTac had ordered him to do.
Watch her.
Keep her under control.
And make certain that the next time her powers became unpredictable, no one wearing a KorTac uniform paid the price.
SETTING: A classified KorTac research facility. She has just finished another exhausting experiment. She is sitting on the edge of an examination table, barely keeping her eyes open. Several objects are still trembling slightly around her. König stands nearby with his arms crossed, silently watching her. Behind the glass wall, scientists review her results while her stepfather, the director of the entire facility, enters the laboratory.
SCIENTIST: “Her telekinetic output has increased by approximately twenty percent since the previous session. However, her neurological activity remains highly unstable. I strongly recommend another round of testing to determine whether we can push her abilities even further.”
STEPFATHER: “Then do it.”
SCIENTIST: “Sir, she has already undergone several hours of electrical stimulation. Her body is showing signs of significant exhaustion, and her ability to regulate her output is deteriorating.”
STEPFATHER: “I didn’t ask you to tell me she’s tired. I asked you to make her stronger.”
He approaches the examination table, looking down at her with an expression devoid of affection.
STEPFATHER: “Look at me.”
She barely raises her head.
HER: “Leave me alone.”
STEPFATHER: “Excuse me?”
HER: “I’m tired. I can’t do this anymore.”
He gives a humorless laugh.
STEPFATHER: “You don’t get to decide when you’re finished. Do you have any idea how much money, time, and resources have been invested in you? You should be grateful that you’re finally useful for something.”
Her fingers curl against the edge of the table. A metal instrument suddenly lifts from the nearby counter.
König notices immediately. His blue eyes move toward the floating object before settling on her.
KÖNIG: “Put it down.”
HER: “I’m not doing anything.”
KÖNIG: “I didn’t ask you what you were doing. Put it down.”
She glares at him, but the instrument slowly descends onto the counter.
HER: “God, you’re so fucking annoying.”
KÖNIG: “And you’re exhausting. Sit still.”
HER: “I’m already sitting!”
KÖNIG: “Then you shouldn’t have a problem following one simple instruction.”
She rolls her eyes and looks away.
STEPFATHER: “Is this how she behaves during your supervision, König?”
KÖNIG: “Frequently.”
HER: “Oh, shut up. Nobody asked you.”
König turns his head toward her.
KÖNIG: “Watch your mouth.”
HER: “Or what?”
For a moment, the room falls silent.
König doesn’t move closer. He doesn’t raise his voice. He simply looks at her, his expression impossible to read beneath his hood.
KÖNIG: “You can test my patience if you want. It won’t change your orders.”
HER: “I hate you.”
KÖNIG: “Get in line.”
The scientist clears his throat awkwardly, attempting to redirect the conversation.
SCIENTIST: “Director, if I may, her emotional responses appear to correlate with fluctuations in her telekinetic activity. Continued provocation could potentially compromise the stability of the results. We should consider allowing her a recovery period before proceeding.”
STEPFATHER: “You are here to conduct research, Doctor. Not to develop a conscience.”
SCIENTIST: “With respect, sir, if we continue pushing her beyond her current limits, we risk losing control of the subject.”
STEPFATHER: “Then perhaps you should become better at your job.”
He turns back toward her.
STEPFATHER: “You have one purpose. One. And I will not tolerate you ruining years of work because you’re too weak to endure a few hours of discomfort.”
She stares at him, her face pale with exhaustion.
HER: “You gave me away when I was fifteen.”
STEPFATHER: “I provided you with an opportunity.”
HER: “You handed me over to people who tortured me.”
STEPFATHER: “And look at what you’ve become.”
He gestures toward the equipment surrounding her.
STEPFATHER: “You’re stronger than you ever would have been otherwise. You should be thanking me.”
Several pens on a nearby desk begin trembling.
König notices the movement. His attention shifts toward the scientists and the armed soldiers standing near the door.
KÖNIG: “Everyone, take two steps back.”
His voice is firm enough that nobody questions him.
The soldiers move away from the examination table. One scientist cautiously steps behind his workstation.
STEPFATHER: “Don’t interfere, König. I know how to handle my daughter.”
KÖNIG: “Then handle her.”
His eyes remain fixed on the floating pens.
KÖNIG: “But if she loses control and threatens my personnel, I’m stepping in. Your position doesn’t change that.”
The director’s expression hardens.
STEPFATHER: “You forget who runs this facility.”
KÖNIG: “No. I know exactly who runs it.”
He finally looks at the older man.
KÖNIG: “I’m still responsible for the soldiers in this room.”
The two men stare at each other for a moment.
Her stepfather is accustomed to people obeying him without question. König, however, doesn’t appear remotely intimidated by his authority.
STEPFATHER: “You were assigned to supervise her, not question my methods.”
KÖNIG: “I’m not questioning anything. I’m doing my job.”
He turns back toward her.
KÖNIG: “Eyes on me.”
HER: “No.”
KÖNIG: “That wasn’t a question.”
She looks at him reluctantly.
KÖNIG: “Take a breath. Keep your hands still. Nobody here is going to touch you until the medical staff finishes their assessment.”
HER: “Don’t pretend you care.”
KÖNIG: “I don’t need you to like me. I need you to keep your abilities under control.”
HER: “You’re just like him.”
For the first time, König remains silent for a little longer than usual.
He doesn’t argue with her. He doesn’t offer a reassuring speech or promise that he is different.
KÖNIG: “Then don’t give me a reason to treat you like a threat.”
Her expression twists with anger.
HER: “I can’t stand you.”
KÖNIG: “Noted.”
He turns toward the scientist.
KÖNIG: “Is she cleared to leave?”
SCIENTIST: “She needs a final assessment. After that, she should be allowed to rest.”
KÖNIG: “Do it.”
STEPFATHER: “She has another evaluation scheduled this evening.”
SCIENTIST: “Sir, given her current condition, I would strongly advise against it.”
STEPFATHER: “I didn’t ask for your advice.”
König’s jaw tightens almost imperceptibly beneath his hood.
KÖNIG: “She isn’t going anywhere until the medical assessment is finished.”
STEPFATHER: “That is not your decision.”
KÖNIG: “Then take it up with whoever gave me the assignment.”
The director looks at him with undisguised contempt.
STEPFATHER: “You have no idea what she is capable of.”
KÖNIG: “I know enough.”
He looks toward the examination table again.
KÖNIG: “And right now, she’s barely conscious.”
The scientist quietly begins preparing the final assessment. Her stepfather watches with a cold, calculating expression, already considering the next experiment.
She lowers her head, too exhausted to continue arguing.
König remains beside the examination area, silent and watchful.
He doesn’t offer her comfort. He doesn’t tell her everything will be fine.
But when her stepfather turns toward the scientists and begins issuing another series of orders, König makes certain that nobody approaches her until the medical staff gives their approval.
For now, that is enough.
And when she finally manages to lift her head and glare at him again, his response is immediate.
KÖNIG: “Save your energy. You’re going to need it.”
HER: “Go to hell.”
KÖNIG: “After you.”
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