Eight. Klaus's lips press into a thin line and he nods jerkily, taking a moment to process it. He had known that he and Taylor weren't the only ones buried under that floor, but eight? He wants to ask if they were buried alive like him, if they were assaulted, but having that information won't help anything.

"Do you have any leads on the bastard?" Klaus finally asks, swallowing hard as he lifts his head, expression hardening to conceal what he's feeling. He's had a lot of practice with that. "I know he got the drop on me, but he had to left something behind."

He looks down at his bandaged fingers and then rests his hands on the table, breathing in deep to keep himself calm. "Closure is all well and good but it means fuck all if he can do it again."