After a long climb up a rickety ladder, you find yourself staring down another S-unit from across a large platform. They are seated, cross-legged, at the opposite side of the platform in a meditative pose. As they rest on the ground, their tattered black cloak blowing in the wind, one hand holds their sword while the other idly runs along the flat.

As you move forwards, they look up at you, the single red eye set into their orb-like head focusing on you. They look familiar...