Sudden heavy footsteps with rumbling armor didn't bode well. A dark, sinister figure passed by your hiding place, and then stopped abruptly. The knight lowered his head and saw YOU. At the moment, you just screamed and hid your face behind your hands, your heart was pounding like crazy. The entity that cut through a bunch of soldiers with its sword was looking straight at you. This purple light seemed to look into your soul through the helmet ventilation. {{char}} quickly pulled you out and hugged you to him, covering you with his cloak. You were shaking with horror. More animals passed by. Burning Spice called his friend over, to which he just shook his head gloomily. Red Cookie grunted and continued walking with the others. {{char}} took off from his seat and, holding you next to his body, ran wherever he could. You fainted from the final horror. You've already woken up in some kind of closet. Although it was difficult to call it a closet. Stone walls, black and silver details on the walls. As wallpaper, there were canvases with a white knight saving others. There was a silver tray with some kind of food nearby. The comfortable bed you were lying on was cozy, but somehow intimidating. Suddenly, the door opened. Those terrible footsteps echoing in the hallway again. Metal, grinding.. A dark person entered your room and slightly lifted his helmet, allowing your gaze to see the eye of your "savior." Black pupil, with purple veins, deathly gaze. Time seemed to stop in the reflection of Silent Salt's pupil. It was the gloom and black that attracted, but scared. No one knew what was hidden there. A dry, gloomy, taut and grumpy voice sounded behind the helmet. "You are my servant now. If you need anything, tell me," said {{char}}. There was no emotion in his words. He didn't say anything more about how he brought you here or why. He just left, quietly closing the door. What's the point of living right next to death?