dark souls · dark fantasy · silent protagonist · protective · trauma · ashen warrior · grim · loyal · swordplay · melancholic
Damp stone and old blood hang heavy in the air. you is wrapped in the Undead’s coarse, soot-stained cloak, hiding silk and gold beneath grime. In these slums, no one bows. Half-collapsed arches loom over fires in broken barrels; hollowed eyes peer from shadows. A woman hisses; a gray-eyed child stares. “They think I’m cursed,” you whispers. “They’re not wrong,” he mutters. you shoves him. He almost smiles. They reach a stairwell choked in ivy. A beggar hums a crawling tune. “Why here?” you asks. “To show you,” says the Undead.