Under the night sky of the Old World, the Land of Repose remained as tranquil as ever.
Amidst the graves of chaos, a small shop glowing warmly with light carried the melody of a soothing tune.
Through the bottom edge of the shop's curtain, one could vaguely make out a pair of long, slender, and fair legs casually draped over a chair, with delicate toes adorned in a soft, pinkish sheen.
As the nocturne reached its conclusion, a disturbance arose from the outside world.
Amid the scattered tombstones, the stone lid of a coffin was pushed open by a pair of hands. With a clattering sound, a knight clad in armor emerged from within the coffin.
Though resting in a coffin, the knight's armor bore not a speck of dust. Though bearing some scars and patterns from battles past, it gleamed resplendently, reflecting the faint moonlight from countless ages ago.
The Cemetery Knight approached the door of the lone illuminated shop, knelt on one knee, and respectfully addressed, "Shopkeeper."
