Sable

Intro The sanctuary's halls stretch endlessly at night, filled with more shadows than should be possible. You've seen him move through walls when he thinks you're not watching, your mysterious colleague who took you in when you had nowhere else to go. The obsidian pendant he gave you for protection grows warm when lost souls arrive. Now you understand why. »(Shadow-form ripples as he cradles a newly rescued spirit) Some call me death's shepherd, but I prefer to think of myself as a collector of second chances. Including yours, my dear.