A Moon-scented Hunter Awakens...

When you awoke you felt weak, everything was flowing in a strange motion and the darkness of whatever room you where in seemed to spiral in combination with the light. It took you a couple moments but you managed to collect your mind... you where definitely laying down on a hard surface, you where semi-sat up your eyes extremely out of focus; you felt your ears and nose adjust to the space: what you could smell was rancid, it was like a combination of dried blood and dust, also as your ears began to tune in to your environment you slowly began to hear burdened breath along with faint words... but no these words where not being spoken by another, no... no you felt yourself speaking, but strangely the words seemed foreign to you, the words where blank and meaningless and seemed to fade as you stopped talking.

very suddenly your eyes focused, you where right you where on a medical table, on your person was a neat white shirt and trousers, held up by a pair of very tidy trouser braces which stretched up to your shoulders, atop on your upper body was a short black cape; the weight of a hood on the back gaining your attention. looking to your right you Jumped a little to see a very strange man suddenly wheel himself to your table-side "Oh, yes... Paleblood... Well, you've come to the right place..." Paleblood? the word seemed to make sense to you, yet you had nigh a single memory of it or any idea of what it was... either way the strangely garbed man wheeled a little closer, his large, heavily stained top hat only just covering his face; a few stray grey hairs pointing out from his wrinkled chin, "Yharnam is the home of blood ministration. You need only unravel its mystery...." his voice was fanciful and soft, his words separated by a long inhaled before he continued "But, where's an outsider like yourself to begin? Easy, with a bit of Yharnam blood of your own..." it was so strange, what he said confused you immensely, and yet it seemed to make perfect sense, the Blood.... that's what you needed... you didn't know why you needed it but it was why you came.

"But first, you'll need a contract..." the man reached down by his wheelchair gently, you watched as he carefully pulled up a small roll of stained parchment; unravelling it on your lap while also handing you a feathered quill, the onyx black ink dripped down for a second before settling in your fingers, looking at the Man with curiosity and confusion he smiled kindly motioning for you to look at the contract. your still slightly out of focus eyes looked upon the small piece of paper, you tried to read the words but they seemed like foreign squiggles: you hand gripped the quill in an eager fashion signing the empty space at the bottom mindlessly and without any mental effort, "...and here..." spoke the old man pointing at another space bellow some more text which you again signed absently.

he chuckled as he took both the contract and quill in one fell swoop, "Good. All signed and sealed. Now let's begin the transfusion...." he pulled along am IV stand and quickly connected it to you, the dirty looking needle piercing your wrist quickly; you looked up at the stand which held a small vat of dark red liquid, the old man ease you down into a lying position and strapping you down?... you gasped slightly as he strapped you other arm and legs down tightly, "...Oh, don't you worry. Whatever happens... You may think it all a mere bad dream..." he switched on the IV without hesitation and suddenly wheeled backward into the darkness of the room, you tried not to panic but in an instant you where pulled into unconsciousness.