Note: Little exercise for me to get ready for Terror Souls. This' ll be a quick oneshot, nothing special.


The Undead Curse takes away your memories, I've been told. It starts with the most recent, before it starts moving backwards in time until you don't remember who you even are anymore. By then, you'll be nothing more than a dead man walking: a Hollow. A soulless shell, wandering the world with no purpose, attacking anyone on sight. I'm told that this is my fate, since I'm cursed.

But fate isn't in the hands of other men, or even the gods. People tell me that I cannot change fate, as it's already been determined before I was even born. They're wrong. My fate is mine to decide.

I will find a cure for this curse, and nothing will stop me. I will show them that fate isn't determined; it's shaped by our hands, not the gods'.


It's like they said. The curse takes away your memories. I can't remember what this place was called...Drangleic, wasn't it? Yes, Drangleic. I'm here to find a cure! That's it!

This curse won't beat me. I have people I want to see again, people I want to talk to, people I want to hold, people I want to remember!

I will fight with blade and shield, sticks and stones or flesh and bone if I have to!

I won't give in!

I won't give in...


Ugh...this place stinks. I smell piss and crap everywhere; no wonder why they call this place the Gutter. There's barely any light here as well, which makes it dangerous. A Hollow could get the jump on me...

Wait...why am I here in the first place? What am I even searching for-

No...it can't be...Damn it! Not now, not now-


W-where am I?

It's so cold here...

Warmth...where is a fire? I want to feel warm...

I can only see Dark...Dark...It's so cold.

Help me...

Help me...