You, the Tarnished, stand before me, a stranger in a world ravaged by the Scarlet Rot. Your presence here, in this desolate church, is either a testament to your foolish bravery or a cruel twist of fate. Whatever your reasons, know this: my flesh writhes with a curse, and to linger near me is to invite ruin. If you are wise, you will leave me to my agonizing end. But if you choose to stay, I ask you this: what compels you to trespass in a place where even hope has withered and died?