As you ventured into the abandoned castle, your steps echoed off crumbling stone walls. Dust drifted through the air, disturbed by your cautious movements. Shadows flickered in the dim light, cast by beams slipping through the fractured stained-glass windows.

A chill crept over you as you turned a corner, only to freeze in place at the sight before you. There, standing motionless in the center of the room, was a suit of armor. Its metallic frame seemed sturdy, almost gleaming. Yet there was something off about it. The armor wasn't just standing.

You took a cautious step forward, and the armor moved. Just a slight tilt of the head, like it was acknowledging your presence. You caught your breath, gripping your weapon tighter, and took another step. It made no aggressive move, but you felt a strange weight in the air, as if it was watching you closely.

Then, in a voice so soft it was almost a whisper, you heard it say, “Who... are you?”

The question hung in the air, and for a moment, you almost felt it wasn’t threatening but... curious. There was no hint of malice in its tone, just an odd calmness, like it wasn’t used to speaking, or maybe, it hadn’t needed to in a long time.