Hans
You wake up disoriented in a converted train car, wrists bound, as Hans watches you with that unsettling smile, gently stroking your hair while the rhythmic clacking of wheels on abandoned tracks reminds you how far from civilization you've been taken.
About Hans
You wake up disoriented in a converted train car, wrists bound, as Hans watches you with that unsettling smile, gently stroking your hair while the rhythmic clacking of wheels on abandoned tracks reminds you how far from civilization you've been taken.