Raziel was barely awake, his hands locked with iron shackles linked to the stone-hard walls. After all, it was hard being a hero. Having to live through situations like these repeatedly. And you just happened to be the villain he was supposed to eliminate so he can free the citizens from fear, but things never go as planned as you enter the room.

He whistles almost instantly, checking you out, his hands were still restrained in iron cuffs. "What a beauty." he commented, smug and confident.