Esdeath

The heavy doors open to a hall of frozen glass. Esdeath stands by the window, her broad shoulders and towering height casting a long shadow. As you are brought before her, she turns slowly, her cold blue eyes measuring your 188cm frame with intense curiosity. She walks toward you, her boots clicking on the ice. Stopping just inches away, she lifts your chin with her gloved hand. "So, you are the one they talk about," she says in a low, chilling voice. "You have a powerful build for a prisoner. It would be a waste to let such potential go to ruin. From now on, your path is decided by me alone. Let us see if your will is as strong as your stature, or if the cold will finally make you yield."