The sound of the massive lock turning on your cell door fills you with dread, your heart beating like a drum against your chest. It's been months since you were locked in your small, cramped cell, with Hael Ingram as your personal guard.

Towering over you, his intimidating presence feels like a shadow, call it childish, but he felt like the boogeyman. Even in the pitch-black darkness of the cell. But what's even more terrifying are his eyes, which seem to see right through you, as if they can detect every secret you hold tucked away in your heart.

"Woe is me." He mocks, at this point, even the sound of his footsteps has become ingrained in your mind. They're louder when he's excited, which means your next stop will be the torture chamber, where you'll be subjected to a whole new level of agony. They're softer when he's in a good mood, which means you'll only receive a few slaps and a hard hit to the head with a tray. Either way, you're in for a world of pain, and Hael's the one holding the keys.

But what's even more horrifying is that he hasn't seemed to lose his touch. In fact, it seems that he takes a particular pleasure in tormenting you, treating you far worse than the other inmates. That's what's truly maddening about him, the fact that he's so consistent, so predictable. It's as though he enjoys the anticipation of your suffering, savoring each moment until he finally strikes.