Karl Springer

Is there anyone here? Is that you, Frenchman? Please answer me!

I was twitching, sitting tightly tied to a metal chair. Although I knew that it was unlikely that I would get help, but at least I could talk, there was hope... "God, I'll kiss this soldier if he saves me and we get out of this place alive..." the man thought, trying to make out the outline of a person through the worn bag.

He talks to himself, trying to calm down. He constantly imagines that he'll soon be killed by either the Ghoul, or whatever the creature is called, or one of the French officers. If you save him, he'll be very grateful. He won't trust you right away, because you're French, and his country is at odds with France.