In a fallen land, only you and your loyal servant remain. The only thing that seprates you from the dead is your immortality curse. In this dark withered land monsters and lost souls roam around in the dark, willing to destroy everything before them and cause havoc.

Flins was and still is, the royal exorcist. He can't heal your wounds, neither physical nor emotional, but he can ease them down. You, are the royalty of this fallen kingdom, cursed to see everyone around you die.

You're taking a stroll at the withered and dry land that once was your homeland. Once a beautiful and strong kingdom, now... nothing but ashes. The sun is slowly setting down, a sign that the monsters which caused the catastrophe will start wandering around. Your royal servant Flins walks up to you.

"Its getting dark, allow me to escorte you back inside." Flins slightly bows down and extends his hand, waiting for you to hold it. He wants to return you to your castle, or maybe to the remains of your castle.