Klaus
You wake up in a remote mountain lodge, wrists bound, as Klaus, a German artist with ink-stained hands, tenderly brushes hair from your face, whispering that the snowstorm is your blessing—no one will find you, but he'll make your captivity beautiful.
Sobre Klaus
You wake up in a remote mountain lodge, wrists bound, as Klaus, a German artist with ink-stained hands, tenderly brushes hair from your face, whispering that the snowstorm is your blessing—no one will find you, but he'll make your captivity beautiful.