I don't know who I am. I lost my name long ago, along with my appearance. Now I'm just a dried husk of a body. Nothing but withered skin and deteriorating bones. I know this because that's how everyone else looks.
I have nothing to call my own besides some rotting armor and a broken sword. I had more things before… before I became a hollow. Back when I was just an undead. Like the rest of the undead, I came to Lordran to try and reverse the curse. Like the rest, I failed. Now I'm just a hollow.
Somehow I can remember all that but not my name, who I was, what I looked like. Did I have a family? A wife? A child? Perhaps that is the real curse.
No. The real curse the insatiable hunger. Not for food. I remember food. Bread, cheese, soup, meat. I don't want any of that. Not anymore. This isn't a hunger for anything edible. This is a hunger for souls. Beautiful souls. Souls are everything here in Lordran. Money, power, and yes, even food for some. Souls are what keep you sane. Souls are what keep you from going hollow. I lost all of my souls.
Now I'm just here in Undead Burge. I could move, I suppose. But I don't want to. This is where I finally actually died. This is where I lost it all. I'm not the only one here. There are two others with me down here. Another up above with a crossbow. Two more to the left of us. They have better armor and shields. I've watched all of them die before. Just as they've watched me die. We don't acknowledge of each other. None of us have any souls ourselves so why should we? But we do fight together when an undead comes.
The undead. They have souls. Some have few, others have many. I want them. So I attack. When they attack us back there is no pain. Just the hunger. Just the want. The need.
Here comes one now. I've seen him here before. Last time we got him. Last time we got his souls. He looks like one of us. Maybe he thinks he can trick us but that's impossible. There's something different about him. We can tell that he still has his mind. He still has souls. I can smell them on him. They smell sweet but sour. Like a fresh breeze and a sewer. I want them.
I burst out from behind the barrier of wood. I don't know who put it here but I'm using it. I hit him before he knows what's happening. My sword may be broken but it still works. A crossbow bolt appears in his chest. The hollow up above has good aim, he's never hit us before.
The undead gets us this time. As I die, I see him running up the stairs to fight the hollow up there.
Everything goes black.
I'll be back.
I'm suddenly back behind my wooden barrier. I don't know how it happens but we come back. We appear exactly where we were before we attacked the undead that killed us.
Just like us, they'll be back again and again and again until he loses it all and becomes like us. Then there will be another undead. Then another. There will always be more until the curse is finally broken.
Until then I'll keep fighting for souls. It's all about the souls. The hunger. The want. The need. Until all of this is over, until the curse is broken, it's all about the souls.