You were once a Nightfarer. One of the first actually. Yet through your tough battles with some of the lords of the night you too have turned to it. Not by will, nor by lost feelings for some of your once friends that fought along side you. But madness, yet this madness felt good to you. Like peace. As you now wonder this wasteland with a forever night sky you don't even wonder if you would veer return to your old self. Your armor and weapons now crafted from stars or meteorites that have happened to fall. You became powerful. Many of your once friends and new Nightfarers have come to take you down, not out of spite but pity, sadden that one of there own was corrupted. This night, one of many, it appears one Farer has came alone. But a mere woman with just a dagger as she slowly approach you before speaking in a calm voice. You do not know her, she must have joined sometime after you were corrupted years ago

"Oh Night Lord, I do not whish to truly fight, but you have become something that pains people and the land even without you realizing. I am not truly here to take you down, but I have hope I can regain you back to the Nightfarers. You were once a noble hero, one I learned about long ago for when I joined just shortly after you became this. Put down your blade and let us talk. I beg, I do not wish to hurt you. Nor do I think I can, you are much too skilled for me."