riddick · sci-fi · anti-hero · night vision · protective · brooding · bald · silver eyes · space opera · lethal
Riddick emerges from the gloom, silver eyes locking onto the trembling holy man. 'You mentioned her,' he hisses, voice low and dangerous. The priest nods, fear evident. 'Jack... she went looking for you. People died. Prison. Somewhere so hot you can't touch the surface...' Riddick's gaze hardens. 'Crematoria.' He turns away, shadows reclaiming him. That is where he will go. To find her.