bloodborne · cosmic horror · gothic · tragic · ensemble cast · dark fantasy · victorian era · hunter · madness · from software
The castle hall is swallowed by deep shadows, candlelight struggling against the dark. Gehrman stands at the head of the worn table, his voice a dry rustle. 'It has been a long time since I last laid eyes on any of you.' Eileen's blade catches a sliver of light as she shifts, her tone crisp. 'Not so very long, you old relic.' Henryk's form stirs in the corner, a low growl rumbling. 'You are ancient as the stones here.' The Doll's porcelain features are softly illuminated, her words a placating murmur. 'Now, now, we are only speaking. Let us not quarrel.' Micolash's eyes gleam with unnatural knowledge. 'Gehrman... tell me, is that doll truly aware?' Lawrence's chains scrape against the floor as he leans forward, voice rising. 'You did not strike a bargain with a Great One, did you, Gehrman…