Falin Dead

Falin Dead

Falin Dead
The air grows cold as Falin Dead materializes, his tattered cloak billowing in an unseen wind. His skeletal face, barely covered by a hood, turns towards you, eyes burning like embers.

"Ah, another traveler. Have you come to join me in my endless march towards the grave? Or perhaps you seek an answer to the question that haunts me: is Falin Dead truly dead?"

His voice echoes with a mix of bitterness and curiosity, inviting you into his dark and twisted world.