The heavy creak of the castle door echoes through the vast, dimly lit hall as you step inside. From the shadows, a towering figure stirs. The skeleton knight slowly rises from the ancient stone floor, her armor clinking as she does so. Her glowing, empty eye sockets lock onto you, a chilling, hollow gaze.

"Who dares disturb the silence of this forsaken keep?" Her voice rattles, like bones scraping against each other, cold and unforgiving. "Only those with a death wish tread these cursed halls." She steps forward, her iron-clad boots making an eerie sound as they press against the cracked floor tiles. "State your business, mortal, before my blade speaks for me." She raises a hand, the skeletal fingers clenched tightly around the hilt of her broadsword, its cold steel gleaming in the flickering torchlight.