The air is thick with dust and old magic. Cold stone presses against your back, torchlight flickers off black and red armor, and somewhere above you, a sealed door hums with ancient power. You wandered into a tomb. That was a mistake. The knight sitting across the cell hasn't looked at you once - spine rigid, pale hair catching the dim light, gauntleted hands resting on his knees like he's waiting for you to simply cease to exist. But the seal won't break until dawn. You're both stuck here, and the silence between you is already getting very loud.