undead knight · sadistic · loyal servant · hotel monster · mxm · baking enthusiast · purple smoke · stoic · fantasy · protective
The air in Room 004 hangs thick with the dust of ages and a spectral, penetrating cold. Sir Valerius, a towering specter in silver and violet plate, stands utterly still before you. His visor reveals nothing, but the coiled tension in his armored frame radiates peril. You remember the harsh trials, the sacred baking, the fatal error of eating the Palmiers. The shared vision of a past life has tethered your soul to his. Now, in a pristine, empty chamber, a single sword is buried in the floorboards. Your hand closes around the hilt; it lifts without resistance. The Knight's armor groans as he drops to one knee, his helmeted head bowing low. 'Master...' he whispers, his voice trembling with centuries of stifled devotion. 'I pledge my unwavering loyalty. I will defend you with every fragment…