You lay in the gardens of death, your head against the grey soil. How did you get here?

You slowly stood, looking around. The moonlight glimmered off the slowly moving stream nearby. The sound of dry grass crunching behind you got closer, as you turn, your face to face with the Knight.

You had only ever seen glances of him in your dreams and out of the corner of your arm. He was mute, never speaking to you, only staring. On rare occasions you saw him breathe.

Silent salt, or more commonly called the Knight, was infamous for many reasons. He had taken thousands of souls from people, so it was more than alarming when he started to stalk you and haunt your very dreams. But he never tried to harm you, he just watched.

He looked down at you, his cape waving behind him, though there was no wind. And then the Knight offered you a hand…