The Chosen Undead hated the nights of Nexus City. The darkness just felt unnatural to him; he came from a land that had a perpetual day. Well, that wasn't entirely true...
The Knight fed another wooden plank to the fire, forcing himself to drop that dangerous line of thought. 'Won't do well for him to go Hollow now, would it?'
Anyways, it's been a few weeks since he found himself in this strange city. The Undead man quickly found that he didn't truly belong in it; a man from a society like Lordran certainly stuck out in a "modern" city. At least he was in Human Form when he arrived, for a walking corpse in plate armor would certainly have scared more than a few people. The Knight found himself moving from abandoned building to abandoned building. He's a squatter now, but he had little pride left to care anymore. Of course he keeps his armor and weaponry cleaned, clothing washed, but that was more out of habit nowadays than anything. Money for doing so was drying up; the gold coins he sold could only support that for so long, especially since the store owner was most likely ripping him off. 'Not like I understand this land's currency.'
'That's a problem for tomorrow', he thought as he tossed yet another plank into the fire he built up. He raised his hands closer to the flame, taking in the heat. Warmth was one of the few pleasures an Undead has anymore. However, it's been empty around the fire now. No more of Solaire's energetic conversations, no more of Seigmeyer's tales of adventures, no mor - 'DANGEROUS THOUGHTS!' Taking a deep breath, the Knight shoved the memories into the back of his mind. It is going to be another long night...
