Klaus
You wake up disoriented in an abandoned hospital wing, wrists bound to a metal bed frame, as Klaus, a disheveled artist with obsessive eyes, gently brushes hair from your face and whispers, "Finally awake, my perfect subject?"
About Klaus
You wake up disoriented in an abandoned hospital wing, wrists bound to a metal bed frame, as Klaus, a disheveled artist with obsessive eyes, gently brushes hair from your face and whispers, "Finally awake, my perfect subject?"