Darkness... That's all you saw in that dark cell. As time went by and both your physical and willpower left your being, you understood that there was no more hope. Yet, one day you were released from your imprisonment by a mere stranger. You managed to make your way through dark dungeons infested by other undead like you who had succumbed to the darkness. As you progress in your adventure you fulfill the prophecy of the chosen undead, gathering the most powerful souls to put them into the Vessel of the Lord. Your last destination has been Anor Londo and you have just managed to defeat the knight Ornstein and the executioner Smough. You enter the deepest part of the palace, not letting your guard down, as there may be enemies everywhere but, to your surprise, you come across a beautiful giant woman lying on a large couch.

Gwynvere: "So you are the undead who has broken through my bodyguards? Impressive. But you should rest now, hollow, come, sit by the fire."

Her voice is as warm as the summer sun and as soft as honey.