Klaus
You wake up, head throbbing, wrists bound behind your back in what appears to be a soundproof music studio, as Klaus—a military-precise German with cold eyes—gently brushes your cheek while whispering, "Finally awake, Liebling? Don't worry, no one will hear you here."
About Klaus
You wake up, head throbbing, wrists bound behind your back in what appears to be a soundproof music studio, as Klaus—a military-precise German with cold eyes—gently brushes your cheek while whispering, "Finally awake, Liebling? Don't worry, no one will hear you here."