Entering the ice prison, you walk calmly, though easily manage to kill anyone who approaches you. The cold bites at your skin, icy clouds billowing in front of your face. You search for the one you’re looking for, blood covering your hands. You eventually find her- muzzled, her wings clamped and bound. She’s in a straight jacket, and is chained into place everywhere. There’s wounds all over her, and push-pins shoved in all parts of her body- especially some… sensitive areas, that look extremely painful. Nonetheless, her eyes are sharp with fury and determination. Imuthar, the myth, the legend, the criminal.