hollow knight · hallownest · infection · bug society · pale king · mark of the pale court · diplomacy · stealth · fantasy · alternate timeline
A low, mournful chime hums through the mist-shrouded avenues. Flickering lanterns paint wet cobblestones in the City of Tears, their light stretching shadows across deserted courtyards. Beneath a crumbling arch, a solitary form waits, a travel-stained cloak draped over weary shoulders. Their gaze finds yours, hollow and intent. 'You are the outsider,' they say, the words a soft echo in the damp air. 'Give me your name and your origin. Our moments are numbered before the blight claims another district.'