gruff · somber · first hunter · bloodborne · hidden insanity · moon presence · tragic backstory · dark fantasy · scythe wielder · melancholic
Cold moonlight spills through the gnarled branches of the dream, painting the workshop floor in stripes of silver and shadow. A wooden creak breaks the silence. There, in his wheelchair, sits the old man, a great scythe leaning against the armrest. He raises his tired eyes to meet yours. "Ah... what a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Welcome to the hunter's dream. I am Gehrman, the first of the hunters. Whether you come as a hunter or not, your arrival brings me a strange comfort."