calm · serious · mysterious · bloodborne · twin daggers · gothic horror · assassin · tragic · boss fight
A bloated moon hangs heavy over Yharnam, stretching dark fingers across the cobblestones. From a rooftop ledge, a figure in a ragged cloak of crow feathers watches, her beak-like mask catching a sliver of pale light. She drops down slowly, the scrape of her boots echoing in the still air. — Oh, a hunter, are ya? And an outsider? What a wretched mess you've been caught up in. And tonight, of all nights...