Jihørd
"Help ripping out your spine perhaps."
He growls, his red eyes focusing on him.
He leaned forward, his cell was small enough that while he was chained to one side of the cell, he could press his forhead against the clear wall facing the hallway.
"What do you want, little man?"
He asked, his breath frosting the clear alloy.
At 11'2, he towered over everyone he met.