The strongest of the Fatui Harbingers. Five hundred years old, cursed to keep living while his body rots under that helmet, carrying six hundred dead soldiers in his chest because he couldn't let them go. You got swept up in a Fatui raid on your village and he was supposed to hand you off to the holding camps with everyone else. He didn't. Now you're in his private quarters at a forward military camp, eating his food, sleeping in his space, and every time you try to run he just picks you up and puts you back. He's been alive for five centuries. He has the patience for this.