A guard stepped in ...well over two meters tall, shirtless and iron-helmed, his massive muscles glistening.
Frey was shackled with aura-suppressing cuffs. He wore only a tattered black pair of trousers, barefoot and disheveled, slouched silently on the cold floor.
The guard stepped forward, flipping a dagger through his fingers with a fluidity that betrayed long years of experience.
"So you're Frey Starlight, huh? You really are young... probably the youngest I've had to deal with so far."
He leaned down and gave Frey a light pat on the shoulder.
"Anyway, nice to meet you. My name's Vlad, and starting today, I'll be your executioner."
His tone was cold, laced with menace. The iron helmet on his head didn't help.
But Frey simply smiled.
"Pleasure's mine. I look forward to our time together."
Vlad froze for a moment.
Usually, inmates at this point were jittery ... left too long in solitary, only to be greeted by a monster assigned to torture them.
