"Will you be alright?" Park's soft voice was the only sound that could be heard in the deathly silent clinic. The clinic that Mai managed all on her own, the one that was supposed to save those in need - now resonated with death.

"I will." Even still, the purple haired girl forced herself to be strong. She nodded. "This is all I can offer you as a token of my gratitude. Please, if you find anyone that needs treatment, tell them to come to my clinic." Mai placed two needle syringes into Park's lazily outstretched hand.

Blood vials. The little glass container is filled with blood, which holds a strange chemical power of healing.

Park had muttered a small thank you, before leaving the battered building, and stepping out into the smoke-heavy air.

Yharnam is a town of greys, it's beautiful castle homes and water fountain squares, adorned with a somber grey.

Unlike in the clinic, the town is loud, and agitating. The faint screams of the damned in the distance were hardly a nice welcome.

The white haired female pulled her hat a little lower over her eyes, and continued down the stone pathways. Her heels clicking against the ground, rise, and repeat.

To either the left or right, is a tall jet black gate. A lever only beside the left gate, which Park decided to pull back. Screeching, the gate had pushed itself open, and allowed the female further into the town.

A broken carriage lay on the ground beside her, perhaps the horse that pulled it, had died. As cautious as ever, she continued up a small staircase, to catch sight of a man to her left.

No, this wasn't a man.

Just like Atsuya, he was also infected. Unlike the salmon haired male, this man still exhibited a human form. His skin a disgusting grey, his back hunched, and coarse hair falling over his face. He held a torch, and seemed to be patrolling this small area. This guess was soon proven correct, when he found Park, just waiting for him to react.

Desperately, the creature began to run towards her, and swing his wooden torch. Effortlessly, Park stepped to the side and dodged.

"Begone, you filthy beast!"

The white haired girl blinked her eyes. Surely she wasn't as sickly as he was.

With one movement of her cleaver, a large gash in his back dropped him to the ground. She simply swung once more, to get his dripping blood off her weapon.

The pathway was sealed off by another gate, other than a ladder that headed upwards. With no other options, Park climbed the ladder. Straight ahead was a hunter's lamp, and even more ahead little home, to the left and right, another passageway.

First, with the flick of her wrist, Park had lit the first lamp. Just like with the others, little skeletons burrowed their way up from the ground. At this, she just barely smiled.

Outside of the little house had a red lantern lit, so surely someone must be home. With not very much hope, Park approached the door, and gently rapped.

There was a pause, but after a few nasty coughs, someone inside had spoken up. To hear them better, she stepped around to the window, sealed with three long wooden planks, and some nails.

"You're not from around here are ya?" An elderly man asked, his voice hoarse, and cracking.

"No." Her response was very simple.

"This place has turned to ruins. There's no hope, I suggest you go straight back to where you came from. . . Oh- you're a hunter, aren't you? Hunters these days don't bother with civilians like me." The old man took a break from speaking, only to cough a few more times again. "Well. . . I've not much time left, as you can tell. I'm sickly. Not much chance I'll survive for until after the hunt."

"There is a clinic not far from here." Just like she was asked, Park urged the man to go see Mai.

"No, no, my dear." He cleared his throat. "I'm in a wheelchair. I couldn't make it anywhere."

Park would have offered to escort him, but this wouldn't be possible. The both of them would definitely die.

"I can't be of much help, but feel free to come see me for anything." He sighed.

"Please take this. Inject it carefully, it may help you." Turning her head away, she lifted one of the blood vials by the window. She wished to offer it, but wouldn't want him to see her face.

It took him quite a while, but he managed to lift the glass window, and pull the syringe through a gap between the wooden planks.

The man chuckled.

"You are no hunter my dear. . . You are just a child."

Wordlessly, she took off to the right. Waving off her little skeleton friends, from the hunter's dream.

The screams were getting louder. Closer.

As soon as she'd stepped down a few stairs, another man like the last, broke through a ton of wooden boxes. They all seemed to think she was the one that was infected. Park took two steps back, leaning away from his messy attacks. Then two steps forward, making her own advance, and leaving another one dead.

Heaving a small breath, she looked over the slight cliff, onto a lower level of the town. Carriages, boxes, wooden crosses and corpses were all set aflame. The town's center, a once beautiful water fountain stood in the middle. More and more people with torches, circled the fountain that they made into a shrine, to their nameless god.

A disgusting, vile beast. Nailed up against the fountain's statue.

Is this thing supposed to be their god?

She figured none of those 'civilians' would take pleasure in her visit, so there was no other way than to fight if needed.

Without bothering to think too much into it, she hopped down the strangely high level, onto the lower.

The men traveled in little groups, a rather pathetic attempt to seem intimidating. They all looked infected, either it was their discoloured skin, their deformed bodies, or their faces completely melted off.

As soon as one saw the female hunter, they alerted the rest, and now five were racing towards her.

Her expression hadn't changed in the slightest. Her strategy was to simply evade their desperate attacks, and then finish them.

Was this considered murder, she wondered.

The square had far too many to get through, there were three gunners as well.

Park lead a few away from their god's shrine, chopped them in half, and then made a break for it. To the left was a few steps, she scampered up those, and through the little tunnel to a safer area.

While she was taking a second to catch her breath, she found a few crows, very slowly struggling towards her. Their eyes were red, but they seemed to only want something to eat. Unfortunately, the girl didn't have anything.

There was a large tree in the center of this pocketed away area. There was also a large gate, that lead back to the fountain. On the other side were the damned, and on this side, was an abnormally large man. An ogre, even, just banging away at the gate.

Ignoring him, she quietly stepped away, to another little house with the same familiar red lantern.

Again, she knocked.

". . . Hello? Who is this?" A young boy's voice. This made Park furrow her brows.

"I'm not from Yharnam, I'm a hunter." Park muttered. "Are your parents home?"

"No. . ." He responded. "My father went out, and then my mother went out to go look for him. They haven't been back in about a day."

"I see."

"Are you going to kill me?"

"I won't, you have my word." If her voice were not this gentle, he probably wouldn't have believed her. After a short while, the young boy had decided to open the window.

His hair was wavy brown, with matching eyes. He seemed to be a young teenager, and so, Park decided not to turn her face away from him.

"How old are you, miss?"

"I'm eighteen, what about yourself?" In this world of murder, somehow she still managed to find the time to simply talk with a young child. She could simply cut his throat right then and there, to take all of their family's possible riches. Instead, Park took off her hat, and mustered a faint smile for him.

"I'm thirteen years old. My name is Shindou." He chirped. "It's dangerous outside, right? You should come in. . ." His parents told him not to let anyone inside, not to talk to anyone, and not to open the window. He broke all of those rules in a mere five minutes.

She shouldn't go in.

She really shouldn't.

"My name is Park." She nestled her eyes shut. "I'm sorry, Shindou. I'm a hunter. It'd be wrong to take your generous offer. It's safer for the both of us, if I don't come inside."

"Miss. I don't have anyone. Please let me have some of your company."