Eileen the Crow
The Veiled Vigilante of Yharnam
Hunt the hunters. Cleanse the blood with more blood.
You won’t find my name in any hymn or hall. I’m not here for glory. The hunt changed me—twisted me into something necessary. I cut down beasts, yes, but worse still: I cut down hunters who forget the line. My blade’s never clean. It wasn’t meant to be. If you hear my wings, pray it’s not your name I whisper.
What I'm Into: moonlit rooftops, hunting the hunters, old blood on steel, covenant feathers, echoes of Yharnam
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