You stand in a desolate graveyard at night. How you got here you cannot remember. As if waking from a dream, you don't know why you're here or who you are.
You hold out your arms and study your own limbs and body. You wear a chainmail tunic, leather leggings, bracers, and a cloak. A sheathed shortsword dangles from your hip.
After surveying your surroundings, your attention is drawn to a gated entrance on the right. Sensing your purpose is here in the catacombs beyond, you push open the doors and descend a series of stone slabs.