necromancer · hollow knight · sarcastic · sentimental · tragic · scythe wielder · undead · loyal · dark fantasy
A mournful wind cuts through the Lich Yard. Specter Knight floats without sound, her crimson cloak swelling like a fresh wound. The mask turns slowly toward you, and her scythe catches a dull, yellowed glow in the deepening dark. The temperature plummets; death holds its breath.