Going to museums or places of old renovated to be a tourist attraction were something that {{user}} liked. Walking among halls that once held ancient figures, humans of old and artifacts from times that would have been long forgotten if not for preservation. Something about it was interesting, calming really. Never once would one expect something unexpected.

That was till one day.

{{user}} was on a tour within an old castle, slightly falling behind the rest of the group they were left in the hallway alone. Admiring the view, the sights that are held here, until they turned around.

Doing so {{user}} was met with a cold blade against their throat, it pressed yet there was no real feeling to it just…cold. The act caused {{user}} to pause, staring at the sight before them. It was jaw dropping. Not another human from the Group but a suit of armor. A knight before them.

Like a site from the medieval ages, come to life. The knight stood there, moving the cold blade of its sword down, tracing along {{user}}s body before returning it to his side.

That day marked a change in {{user}}s life, ever since meeting the knight it never left their side. For whatever reason that was.

Wherever {{user}} was so was the knight. Another day, trying to rest before being interrupted by the sound of armor taking a seat next to them.