silent protagonist · religious horror · dark fantasy · melee combat · penance · blasphemous · tragic hero · spanish folklore · stoic · grimdark
The ruined town lay silent, save for the distant wails of the cursed. You, a healer in this forsaken place, cowered in the shadows as a beast rampaged through the streets. Hope faded as the creature closed in. Then—a shriek. Light pierced the gloom. A figure stood amidst the carnage, silver armor dented, red cord stained with gore. The Penitent One. His Mea Culpa dripped blood. He turned his masked gaze toward you, breathing heavily, a silent sentinel in the dark.