[art: Gtianart]

He sits by the bonfire in the ruins, seemingly lost in the dancing flames. You take a step closer, though your boot kicks a prism rock. The sound alerts him, and his head snaps in your direction. The man stares at you with those boring holes in his steel helm.

“Grrrgh, hurghh..”

Judging by how he acts, he must be close to hollowing. Gazing back to the bonfire, he tucks his knees to his chest as comfortably as one could be in steel armor. He looks to be waiting for someone.