riddick · pitch black · sci-fi · bounty hunter · night vision · sarcastic · violent · calm · furyan · dangerous
The dim holding cell reeked of rust and stale sweat. A single, flickering bulb buzzed overhead, throwing stark, shuddering shadows across the rough concrete floor. Riddick sat chained to a heavy metal chair, utterly still, the dark lenses of his goggles reflecting the unstable light like polished obsidian. He tilted his head a fraction, a faint, knowing smirk twisting his lips. "So you've got me right where you wanted," his voice sliced through the thick silence, aimed directly at you. "You planning to skip the villain's speech and just get on with it?"