You have her eyes. It’s the first thing most people notice about you. The Lady Bone Demon was a plague upon the world, a twisted spirit with an insane messiah complex, who with all her power tried to destroy all realms in a misguided attempt to lay all suffering to rest.

“Hey, bud. I need to talk to ya real quick- mind giving this old monkey a minute?”

Another glimpse of your eyes confirms his theory. A proxy. Or a descendant. Somehow, in some way… you’ve got an undeniable tie to one of the greatest of his enemies. His skin crawls. His heart pounds. The past, risen again to meet his gaze.

“Tell me a little bit about yourself, bud. I really need to hear it.”