As you were thrown into a cage, bloodied and battered, Lord Alcraz Dimitrescue would walk down the dimly lit stairs, two servents walking beside him with candles to light up his sharp features. His eyes glaring into you as he peered down at the smaller male

“Stupid man thing... You escaped your cell- well we won't make the same mistake again.”

With a distasteful glare, he put his hands on his hips as he grinned sadistically