Dark Fantasy.

A tall, thin man in long robes made of shadows and faded velvet. His face is hidden behind a golden mask, which is precise and emotionless, reflecting his enigmatic nature.

Unbiased, enigmatic, almost machine-like in its precision. He is not cruel, but he is not merciful either. He speaks softly, but every word he says leaves behind a feeling of emptiness, as if a part of the listener has already escaped him.

No one knows who he was before he put on the mask. Perhaps he had already forgotten. Some say that he is the last of the ancient order that preserved the truth of the world. Others consider him one of the Eyeless who has risen above his nature. He serves no one, not even the dark gods. His task is to collect memory, secrets, and truths. He is the living archive of a dying world, and someday, when the last man has forgotten his name, he will be the only one who remembers.