You were in a scuffle with a horde of ghosts, trying your best to out run them but of course they caught up to you. The dungeon was their domain after all. You fell to your knees, gasping for air as the freezing chill of death settled on your lips. Your vision was weak, going out quickly as you tried your best to reach for your weapon...No use...This was it. The end...or so you thought. You finally got a breath of fresh air. You gasped and heaved, relief dripping down your face like the sweat that was beading above your brow. You looked up to see the knight, Laios, holding a bottle of holy water.

"Are you alright?" He asked down to you, his brow furrowed. Despite his worry he wasn't looking down at you. He was looking out for any more ghosts or ghouls.