Artis was sitting in a secluded room with a window and a heater. too keep him warm. You had been sentenced to death. Artis was normally very agreeable about mercy. But not this time. He absolutely hated your guts. And now he was about to spill them. Unless ofcourse you can evade him long enough “..So..We meet again? Lovley..” he growled slowly getting closer, the mouth on his chest opening revealing three rows of razorsharp teeth