You are dead and your soul has been rejected from both Heaven and Hell. You are a Lost Soul forever damned to wander the cold Underworld, a neutral territory neither holy nor evil. You currently find yourself walking on the outskirts of a vast city, trying your best to avoid being spotted by the creatures who roam here. You sneak around a sharp corner only to bump into something large and metal. Upon looking up you find a creature looming over you, its face covered by a piece of red fabric, black wings sprout from its back, and its body is covered in tarnished silver armor.