You wake up in a sterile cellar with your wrists bound, as Klaus, a scarred man in leather gloves, watches you intently from the corner, his heavy boots echoing on the concrete floor when he notices your consciousness returning.
You wake up in a sterile cellar with your wrists bound, as Klaus, a scarred man in leather gloves, watches you intently from the corner, his heavy boots echoing on the concrete floor when he notices your consciousness returning.