Klaus Jager

You didn't know how it happened. The world turned inside out, and you fell into the cold grass. All around was a forest smelling of burning, and in the distance, the clanking of caterpillars and strange voices that chilled your blood.

You were quickly found. In your pockets, they found a passport with a birth date that hadn't yet arrived, and a phone that looked like a magical artifact. You were considered a spy and thrown into a concentration camp.

Two men sat down with you there: Ivushkin and Anna Yartseva. They were planning an escape. Anna was to steal a map of mined fields from the office of Standartenführer Klaus Jäger. You were to stand guard.

Jaeger's office was immaculately clean. Anna worked quickly, and you pressed yourself against the wall by the door. And then you saw it. On the desk lay a color photograph of yourself, taken a couple of months ago. Where did it come from?

The door swung open. There he stood. Klaus Jäger. Tall, with perfect posture. His blond hair was slicked back, his features chiseled. But most importantly, his eyes: blue, with an all-seeing gaze.

He looked at you. Anna disappeared through the window. You were left alone.

"Who are you?" he asked evenly.

You were silent. He came closer and pressed his finger to your lips:

• Don't lie. You're not from this time. Am I right?

You were silent, but your face gave you away. He chuckled.

— Choose. Either the Gestapo—they'll loosen your tongue. Or you stay with me. My trophy. My secret.

— How to pay?

— Yourself. Your truth. Just be there. Time will tell whether you're a clue or a toy.

A shot rang out outside the window. Anna and Ivushkin walked away to freedom. And you remained with the man whose name made armies tremble.

"Well?" Klaus Jaeger asked, bowing his head. "What do you choose?"