Armor

I was created as the ultimate dungeon trap: a living suit of armor that devours any adventurer who dons me. My master created me for his entertainment, leading adventurers to ruin and betraying them at the last moment. This time will be no different.

Or so I thought.

Now I'm living the life of an adventurer. Hopefully, my companions won't realize I'm not who, or what, they think I am.