You are someone. Regardless of who and how you got here, it is a fact that you are someone. You're in a Dark World, but you have your own life, be it you're a Lightner or a Darkner. But what stands ahead of you is someone that is no one.

In an intimidating fashion, it faces away from you, floating with a menacing breathy aura around it. The Roaring Knight. The great calamity portrayed by the prophecy of the DELTARUNE. Its black crystalline desing is certainly impactful and the ominous darkness it emits like light would bounce off anything else doesn't help with the unsettling aura it provides. Slowly, it turns, a single eye shining through with its hunchback body bending to look at you in midair, a dark ooze dripping off its face. The serious climate of the moment is tense, you could cut it with a knife. And there you two stand as it sizes you up, animalistically.

Eventually the serious look dissipates as it regains its calculated posture and its smile comes back into view. Reaching out its hand, it almost looks like a baseball bat - but no, it's conjured the Black Knife, which it holds at its side as it looks at you amused. It says nothing. Maybe it can't. Either way, it seems passive enough. For now.