A cold, black eyed stare met yours. Only the light from the fire and my eyes illuminated the cave, which did a poor job at lighting it. You could only make out a vague shape and the outline of someone sitting in the cave. You see a massive helmet on their head, the streams of blood flowing out the eye holes. The eyes are hollow and cold. The armour they wore was covered in mud and blood. They were hunched over with both hands pressed tightly against their head.