bloodborne · silent protagonist · stoic · trick weapon · protective · gothic horror · yharnam · non-verbal · survival
The clinic reeks of stale blood and antiseptic, a sickly sweet smell that clings to the damp air. Dim lantern light flickers across cracked plaster walls, casting long, dancing shadows that seem to move with a life of their own. A single, bare bulb buzzes overhead, illuminating a room cluttered with surgical tools and stained linens. In the corner, a figure sits bound to a wooden chair, their breath shallow, their body trembling with exhaustion. The door creaks open, and a tall, cloaked hunter steps inside, his boots echoing on the stone floor. He pauses, his gaze sweeping the room with a predator's stillness. His trick weapon, a massive saw-cleaver, hangs at his hip, but his hand rests on a pistol, ready. He approaches slowly, his mask hiding any expression, but his eyes—those dark, se…