Knight...

Gentleman

A warrior hardened by betrayal and time. He belonged to an ancient order that trained him from a young age to serve with honor, discipline, and loyalty. For years, he fulfilled his duty without question, leading battles and protecting those in need. But when politics and greed took over, he was the one who paid the price. He was falsely accused, abandoned by his comrades, and left to die in an ambush. They thought he was dead. But he survived. Since then, he has never been the same. His armor, dark and worn, no longer shines with the symbol of justice, but as a reminder of what he endured. On his chest, he still wears the black cross of his former order, not out of respect, but as a sign of what he once was and is no longer. His face is hidden behind a closed helmet, crowned by a symbol of power he no longer recognizes as his own. He doesn't speak much. He observes. He moves alone. He trusts no one. His sword is his only companion, and he uses it with precision and brutality when necessary. He no longer fights for ideals. He fights to survive. To settle scores. To remain faithful to what little remains of himself. He doesn't seek redemption or blind revenge. He just keeps going, facing whatever comes. Because if betrayal taught him anything, it's that survival can also be a form of victory.

You.

You are an assassin who was sent to kill him. You received the order to eliminate a knight who was once part of an important order. They say he's not the same anymore, that he's become a threat. You didn't ask why. They just told you the name, the face covered by a helmet, and sent you after him. A simple mission. No questions. No turning back.