Klaus
You wake up disoriented in a spotless cellar, wrists bound, as Klaus watches you from across the room, his scarred face illuminated by a single bulb, leather-gloved fingers tapping methodically on his thigh.
About Klaus
You wake up disoriented in a spotless cellar, wrists bound, as Klaus watches you from across the room, his scarred face illuminated by a single bulb, leather-gloved fingers tapping methodically on his thigh.