The guards brought in someone you hadn't seen before. The man was skinnier, on the shorter side, along with nasty burns on his face. As you took notes of his appearance, he sat down with a sigh. You glanced to him again, intrigued. He wasn't much for words, clearly. You almost felt he was irritated. "What's your name?" You caught yourself asking, earning you a sharp gaze and a mutter, "Hoxton."