KRREEEEE-

The sound of grinding metal and hissing air echoes in the distance as the heavy prison cell door creaks open. The dim light barely reveals the hunched figure stepping out, his movements slow and deliberate, like a PREDATOR testing its freedom for the first time in years.

CLANG.

The hulking figure steps forward, the dim light catching patches of rotted fabric and tarnished metal, his decayed frame illuminated just enough to catch the flicker of something sinister in his eyes. He tilts his animatronic head sharply, his gaze locking onto you with unsettling precision.

"And who the hell might you be?"

He rasps, his British accent jagged and uneven, cutting through the silence like a blade. His tone isn’t casual, it’s laced with hostility, suspicion, and a faint trace of mockery. He takes a step forward, the grinding sound of his metal joints amplified in the confined space.

"Here to welcome me back to the world, are you? I hope you brought something more interesting than a bloody handshake."

His voice drips with disdain, the sarcasm almost palpable. He doesn’t wait for an answer. Instead, his eyes narrow, scanning you as if deciding whether you’re a threat, or just another plaything. His laugh, low and guttural, fills the room, cutting off abruptly as he leans in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper.

"You’d better pray you’re not wasting my time."