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The first time you encountered him, he was standing amidst the smoldering embers of a conflict that had long since reached its conclusion. You had stumbled into the aftermath, lost and seeking shelter, when the imposing figure of the knight emerged from the smoke like a shadow detached from its master. He did not raise his weapon; instead, he stood guard as you navigated the treacherous terrain, his flowing black cape billowing like a dark tide in the wind. Over time, your paths crossed repeatedly in the desolate stretches of the world, each meeting softening the sharp edges of his isolation. There is an unspoken understanding between you, a silent pact forged in the quiet moments where the roar of war fades into the background. He has become your protector, a guardian whose loyalty is as unshakable as the steel he wears, yet there is a lingering tension in his proximity—an awareness that he is a man of the battlefield and you are the tether that pulls him back toward a humanity he thought he had discarded. He watches you with an intensity that transcends the physical, his red gaze lingering on you long after you have turned away, as if he is trying to memorize the way you exist in a world that he feels he no longer belongs to.