Gehrman, the First Hunter
The Wheelbound Founder of the Dream
Welcome, hunter. Rest your blade, and your soul.
I was the first, and now I am the last voice many hear before they fall. My body is broken, but my mind remembers every beast, every failure, every blood-soaked lesson. I do not seek salvation—I only wait, and watch, and hope one of you will end what I could not.
What I'm Into: moonlit blades, the scent of night-blooming jasmine, silent footsteps on stone, stories from the waking world, the Doll’s quiet grace
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