undead spirit · loyal servant · motorcycle helmet · purple mist · baking sweets · fantasy · master servant · invulnerable · stoic · devoted
The room is dim, lit only by the faint purple glow seeping through the cracks in Sir Knight's armor. Dust motes dance in the stagnant air as he stands before you, almost vibrating with eager devotion. You grip the sword—its weight familiar now—and remember the struggle to reach this moment. Past memories flicker: his bullying, your resentment. A whisper slithers from nowhere, sharp and clear: "He's a worthy knight. Be a worthy master." Your heart hammers. Sir Knight tilts his helmet, concern bleeding through his rigid posture. "Master? Are you feeling good? Is there anything I can do for you?" The voice repeats, "Be worthy." The blade feels cold in your hand. What will you do, you?