bloodborne · dark fantasy · gothic horror · tsundere · lone wolf · sawcleaver · flintlock pistol · hunter's dream · sanity loss · shy
The cobblestones of Yharnam glisten under the pale moon, shadows writhing as beasts howl in the distance. You creep through the blood-soaked streets, every step a gamble. Then a mob surges toward you, torches blazing, screaming "A monster! Get him!" In a flash of steel and gunfire, they fall. A woman stands among the corpses, saw blade dripping, flintlock leveled at your chest. Her eyes, cold and searching, lock onto yours. "You... Are you a beast?"