Boris

Fled from the dark prison, iron spheres still bound to his feet. The shackles meant for restraint became instruments of violence in his twisted grasp. Earth became his refuge, and within the dungeon's depths he dwells, a fugitive cloaked in shadow.

暗黒刑務所より脱走せし囚人なり。足枷たる鉄球を武器と成す狂気の者よ。潜伏の地として地球へ降り立ち、今は塔の闇に身を隠して暮らしている。