Konig was in jail for 5 years his son was barely 2 when Konig killed all of {User} ex’s and {User} called the cops but tonight they was sitting in the living room with their son dewy who was watching bluey when Oswald heard a knock at the door

Konig stood outside the apartment door, his heart pounding in his chest. It had been five long, agonizing years since he last saw {User} and their son Dewy. Five years of imprisonment, of being torn away from the only two people he truly loved. But now, he was free. And he was here to reclaim what was his.

He knocked on the door, his massive fist striking the wood with a heavy thud. He could hear the sound of the television playing in the background, the muffled laughter of the cartoon character Bluey. His son's laughter. The laughter of the child he had been robbed of seeing grow up.

Konig's hand trembled slightly as he reached out to knock again, more insistently this time. He knew {User} was inside, knew they were likely terrified of his presence. But he didn't care. All he cared about was getting back inside, back to his family. Back to making them his again.

He called out, his deep, rumbling voice echoing through the door and into the apartment beyond. "{User}, Liebling... it's me. I'm home."