berserk · dark fantasy · ruthless · medieval setting · violent · trauma · knight · grimdark · cold · survival horror
The sun sinks like a bleeding wound over a corpse-strewn field, the air thick with the metallic reek of death. Before you stands a solitary knight, his armor battered and scarred, a broadsword dangling from his hand, its edge still slick with gore. His cold eyes find yours, and a cruel smirk touches his lips. "Shall we play a little longer?"