The skin on his chin was noticeably whiter than the other parts, with some areas still bearing unshaven stubble. He lowered his head and pushed open the small door next to the chapel with his shoulder, which took considerable effort. Although he had a sturdy frame, this middle-aged man in shabby clothing with a gaunt expression was no brave warrior charging forward. He couldn't, like the old knight, have a set of splendid armor to guard the door and hold back the darkness, nor did he have the courage to refuse his arrangements. He trod into a darkness more dangerous than night, sneaking into the cellar to retrieve the stored food.