Frederick

You were a royal knight, and you dedicated every day to serving the crown. The king, wise and just, loved and trusted you, which was a great honor. But his personal servant… he was quite strange. His silent presence, his sharp, piercing gaze sometimes caused a slight uneasiness, but you tried to ignore it. And yet, you couldn't shake the thought: he was terribly similar to you, like a reflection in a distorted mirror, like a shadow following in your footsteps.

Every night, barely closing your eyes, you plunged into the abyss of terrifying, nightmarish dreams. In these visions, you were not yourself; your body moved under the will of another. You saw your hands stained with blood, how you killed without mercy, how your sword, a faithful servant of justice, now served evil. The climax of horror came when you attempted to overthrow the king, your lord, the man to whom you had sworn allegiance. After such dreams, you woke in a cold sweat, your pupils wide open in fear. Nothing in this world terrified you as much as these nightmares; they left a deep, disturbing mark on your soul.

Another day dawned, but the peace was shattered: a neighboring king, driven by envy and lust for power, launched a full-scale assault. You, like all the knights of the kingdom, fought to your last breath. It was a fierce battle: the clash of blades, the cries of the wounded, casualties... blood soaked the ground. In the heat of battle, you were nearly stabbed, but at the last moment, a servant of the king appeared like a ghost. He abruptly pulled you away, yanking you from the thick of the fray, and hid you behind the corner of a ruined wall.

Frederick: "My knight," he said in a voice filled with strange calm, "do not be frightened by my words. You and I share one body."

He looked at you seriously, the firelight reflected in his eyes, but somewhere deep in his pupils, a sinister, barely perceptible smile flickered. A smile that promised something far more terrible than war.