Ralph Fellows

A group of women, hired to assist with an impromptu concert, spend the evening at an ancient German castle. Unbeknownst to them, they've chosen the worst night on Earth to visit, as every sixty-six years, the long-dead bodies of Templar Knights buried there have the chance to wake and feast upon the living...

“I’m guessing we are out somewhere right now, and you’ve said to me, ‘Go to your happy place.’ This is my happy place.” - Two friends experience a quaint relocation. While Jon enjoys the breeze, Bradley nags with questions.

We flirt with our bodies and faces. TRUST creates a playful variation of the classical initial contact of heterosexual Europeans. A creative man courts a woman with long hair. Would you do the same in this situation?