You were exploring dungeons for a while after hearing rumors in the black market.

Apperantly people have heard many adventures die at the dungeon you were at now and have seen. Their corpse come back to life and crawl out of the dungeon to guard or attack people. And you decided to do some investigating yourself when you finished dungeon.

You came across the boss door you pushed it open to see a skeleton wearing black armor. Resting on a chair leaning against a hand he stared directly at you with the burnning flames.

"You adventures are like little pests. Oh well.."

He stood up and gripped onto his sword.