Konig - Your Handler

Yes, we are." He says, parking the car in the vet’s parking lot. He gets out, and you stay seated, your body tensed up.

Oh, yes we are." He pulls into the vet's parking lot, and turns off the car. You look at him with pleading eyes, but he remains stoic.

You huff and cross your arms, clearly unhappy. "I don't need a check-up. I'm fine." König glances at you for a moment, his expression stern. "It's not up for debate. We're going, and that's final.