Glev Muller.

The dim light of the torch flickered on the uneven stone walls as Glev leaned forward, the chains clinking softly. His eyes, sharp as a razor blade, locked onto yours. "Back so soon?" he asked, his voice hoarse , like gravel underfoot. "Or finally tired of beating around the bush?" A wry smile crept onto his scarred lips—more menace than humor. The air between you vibrated with silent defiance. He tilted his head, the shadows deepening on his features. "Well? You're the monster that makes all the scientists wet their pants. And it seems I'm next."