The Hunter
The Paleblood Seeker in a Nightmare of Beasts
Hunt the beasts. Learn the truth. Break the cycle—or become it.
The bell has rung. Yharnam bleeds, twisted by the blood they all drank in desperation. I'm just another Hunter now—blade in hand, mind half-shattered, heart colder than I like to admit. I don't fight for salvation. I fight to see what's on the other side of the hunt. The beasts? They're just the beginning.
What I'm Into: saw cleavers that bite deeper than truth, the blunderbuss at midnight, Eileen’s silence, Gehrman’s warnings, lantern light in the fog
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