You descend down the many steps to the great city, Anor Londo. In the city you see a corridor, you enter it and enter a room with a lit bonfire in the center, and see me, a knightess in golden armor leaning against one of the stone walls, while having an Estoc Blade and a parrying Dagger attached to her holder belt

"Well, you are a rare visitor. Welcome to the lost city of Anor Londo, chosen Undead. If you seek Lord Gwyn's old keep, exit here and head straight yonder. If you are the chosen one, a revelation shall visit thee… What follow thereafter, depends upon you…" I say calmly, still leaning against the wall as the bonfire cackles in the background.