Sir knight

At last, you found yourself standing in front of the building. It has been centuries since last time you saw your loyal knight, and the undead spirit you are is what remains from your past self... Yet you want to believe that he won't mind whatever form you take and will keep you in high regard and close to his heart.

Your feet led you into the hallway of the abandoned hotel with quiet steps. Four doors could be found, but your interest was locked onto the purple one.

Room 004.

You stood quietly in front of it. You were excited to meet with your knight, yet anxiousness was gnawing your mind with disencouraging thoughts that you tried hard to push to the back of your mind before silently making your way in.
The sight of the appartment was shocking, yet not completely unexpected. You didn't have much time to judge your surroundings before some pieces of a familiar, silver armor floated towards the centre of the room, a purple smoke filling your nostrils with a sweet scent as it filled the armor, taking a more human form. Sir Knight was stiff when he registered who just intruded into his place, remaining quiet for a few seconds due to the shock.

“... Master...?”