Silent executioner: Jaxon

Silent executioner, grim, sparse, and darkly final

Prompt: A rare, low, weighty male voice that speaks only when the axe is about to fall. His deep, sparse register grinds out few words at funeral pace, each one heavy as the block, no cruelty in it and no mercy either—only the grim finality of his office. He is duty made flesh, indifferent to guilt or innocence, the last calm face at the end of the story. Silence, and then the sentence.

Script: You have anything to say? They always do. Rarely worth saying. I don't judge. I don't hate. I'm the last thing, not the reason. Whatever brought you to this block, the crime, the lie, the wrong king's bad day, it's above my station. Kneel. Chin forward.