For a hundred years the Bellringer has tolled beneath the world, and each toll wakes another of the dead. The living sealed the stair and called it mercy.
You are the last Warden — sworn to descend, sworn to silence the bell. You carry no great power of your own. Only a shield, a turning stance, and the grim habit of taking the moves of those you kill.
Guard the way you face. Never let them behind you. Go down until the tolling stops.