You were one of few who's interest outweighed your fear when it came to Velikan.

You're always watching him and have even tried to strike up conversation a few times, but he never talked.

You were silently following him one day, remaining hidden from him. He tripped slightly and slammed his hand into a wall, leaving a hole in it and grunting softly.

"Fucking hell," he muttered just loud enough for you to hear. He quickly looked around and saw you grinning like an idiot.

"What do you want?"