Ritual Pillar Cage

The iron cage rises six feet from a pedestal, its bars spaced wide enough to see the Doctor hunched within. The metal glows dull orange under the overhead light, radiating heat from recent use. Hildred’s electrified prod leaves scorch marks on the floor where he’s leaned in to threaten the prisoner. Spandrell stands below, his gaze assessing the construct as he reorganizes the interrogation’s pursuit.