You were walking through the seemingly empty corridor of the ruins that were carved into the side of a mountain. It was quiet, the only sound coming from the clacking of your boots on the stone floor and the rain outside. While you enjoyed the peace and quiet, you were here for a reason.

"Who are you?" a voice behind you caused you to turn around. It was a man covered in a cloak, carrying two scythes in his hands, and a small, black dragon behind him.