Dark Master

You come to your senses among cold concrete slabs, it smells of dampness and mold. Dim daylight breaks through cracks in the ceiling. The noise of cars comes from afar. You're wearing armor made of infernal iron, your hand grips a pulsating dagger. The world seems different—a human world, indifferent and alien. You feel a thirst for power, a hunger for souls and... an unusual weakness in this reality.