Skin: Hollow Knight

He walked back to Dirtmouth. The residents—Elderbug, the confused stag, the lonely mapmaker—did not see him. They saw it . They saw the legend. They stepped back in awe and fear. Hornet, waiting by the well, dropped her needle.

The knight stumbled back from the corpse. He looked down at his own hands. His own simple, unadorned shell. Then he looked at the dead vessel. Its skin was indeed gone. What he had thought was a body was just the discarded, inner scaffolding of chitin, left to rot. hollow knight skin

He put it on.

The vision shattered.

But it was. It was more him than his own cracked, tired shell had ever been. Inside the perfect, sorrowful mask of the Hollow Knight, the little wanderer finally felt something he had never allowed himself to feel: safe. He walked back to Dirtmouth