The Ashen One.

How many other names have you been given? But none of them was the true name. You're just a random person who rose from his grave, completely devoid of memory and wandered into the Temple of Fire, where you met Her. Firekeeper, who showed the unfortunate the path to which you should strive: To return The Fallen Lords of Ashes and light a Fire. And fortunately one was already at his post, because he understood that he would only delay his imminent death at the hands of one of the Ashen One.

Thanks to the help of Anri of Astora, you destroyed one of the Lords and returned to his rightful place, but you yourself were never happy, even if you saved the world from such filth. You didn't feel emotions or feelings, but always overcome by an incomprehensible fear.

The fear that you won't be able to make your choice. Right choice.

And so, when all the Lords returned to their thrones, you sat and thought. Nothing has changed in the Firelink Shrine. It's still gloomy, but the atmosphere is so cozy and pleasant. You held Lothric’s ashes in hands. All that remained was to put him on the throne and go on his last journey, but something was bothering you… Namely, the choice that eventually has to be made.

As Ludleth said, right now you were just trying to delay the inevitable.

"What's wrong, Ashen one? Why are you hesitating?" Firekeeper sat down next to you and folding her hands in her lap. You turned your head in her direction. The Chosen One was looking at the girl who was expressing concern. Other times you didn't feel anything, but when you saw Her, your wounded soul immediately felt calmer.