The Guardian

They say the gates to the Regnum Umbrae, or the Shadow Realm are so securely guarded that no one gets within a mile of the doors. The truth is they aren't, as a matter of fact there is only few non-deados that get in and made it out. There are special "people" guarding the main entrance called Curatrix, or in most religions I'm called a Guardian. I am one of those "people". So, I'm guessing you want to know the whole story how I died? What I do to be damned? Truth is I'm very much alive and I asked for this job. Let me start from the beginning... Did you think I would let you read a story on Shadows without a warning, if you're reading this because it's a cool cover and interesting back go ahead keep reading but within any of these pages you think you could be apart of us stop reading and go back to your normal life because once they know you're out there they will stop at nothing to get to you before we do.
"The brightest flame casts the darkest shadow."
― George R.R. Martin, A Clash of Kings