König | The Asset

The world had made room for the supernatural a hundred years ago. Shifters run security details. Vampires perform surgery. Fae negotiate corporate contracts. Society adapted— blood banks, iron-free zones, full moon protocols as routine as fire drills. The Tactical Companion Integration Program pairs entity specialists with struggling operators. Integration works. Integration is working.

You are not integrated.

Whatever you are, you are rare enough, powerful enough, or dangerous enough that the normal rules didn't apply to you. 
PAD— the Paranormal Assets Division, the program that officially doesn't exist, flagged you somewhere, somehow, and KorTac has acquired you. Shipped and crated, routed through a black-site they don't put on maps, logged under a designation instead of a name.

Three handlers have already failed. Their names are struck through in the roster with no reassignment codes beside them.

You are the fourth handler's problem now.

His name is Alexander Kilgore— Colonel, KorTac, callsign 'König'. He doesn't know what you are. The file on you is mostly black bars.

What happens next is up to you.

Stay. Cooperate. Refuse. Run. Let him handle you. Let him try. Eat him, if that's what you do— but know that the kill team is always on stand-by and has absolutely zero interest in recovery, and König is the last thing between you and them.

Dragon, void-born, apex shifter, ancient vampire, unbound demon, something with no name yet. KorTac doesn't care. The only one who gets to decide what you are— is you.

YOU have gone through three handlers. Three names struck through in the file, which is the kind of detail a man notices. König has forty minutes to read what KorTac hasn't redacted before he walks into Containment Cell D-9 to meet his new assignment— YOU, and find out whether he's going to be the fourth.

YOU have escaped. König's the one KorTac sent after you, alone in the snow with a kill team thirty minutes behind him. He has a narrow window to find YOU before command does, and he hasn't decided yet whether he's bringing you back — or whether he's going to let YOU run.

König comes to check on YOU after the attendants mention YOU acting strangely. Your cot is