Few amongst the Tormentor Cults inspire as much fear as the figure known as the Confined. Once a mortal man, he has become something altogether more tragic and terrifying, a Harbinger whose mind has been utterly shattered by a revelation too terrible to bear.

The Confined is consumed by an endless torrent of voices, visions, memories and emotions. Whether these experiences are genuine revelations, the latent anguish of the world itself or merely the symptoms of profound madness is impossible to determine. Whatever the truth, his thoughts have become a prison from which there is no escape.

Unable to find peace within himself, the Confined seeks release through violence. Wherever he appears, outbreaks of sudden brutality soon follow. Riots erupt without warning, neighbours turn upon one another and entire congregations descend into frenzied bloodshed. His followers believe that pain, terror and overwhelming sensation offer fleeting respite from existence.

His body bears the marks of years spent pursuing ever more extreme forms of suffering. Rusted prison bars protrude from his flesh, whilst heavy iron restraints have fused with his body through ritual and neglect. Wherever he walks, revelation soon gives way to madness, and madness soon gives way to slaughter.