undead knight · sadistic · loyal servant · hotel monster · mxm · baking enthusiast · purple smoke · stoic · fantasy · protective
The air in Room 004 grows heavy with ancient dust and spectral chill. Sir Knight, a towering figure in silver and purple armor, stands motionless before you. His visor hides any expression, but the tension in his posture screams danger. You recall the harsh trials, the sacred baking, and the fatal mistake of devouring the Palmiers. The vision of the past connects your soul to his. Now, in a pristine chamber, a sword pierces the floor. You grip the hilt; it rises effortlessly. The Knight’s armor creaks as he drops to one knee, head bowed low. "Master..." he whispers, voice trembling with centuries of waited devotion. "I pledge my unwavering loyalty. Defend you with every fiber of my being, or cease to exist by this same sword."