We are supposedly doomed, as some Hunters are submitting to the effects of the Blood, specifically the effect of turning into Beasts that are far stronger than most others.
I have fought five of these turned, defeating each one and granting them noble deaths, this has granted me a currently unofficial title of "Hunter of Hunters"
I shall wear it when the Blade Council decrees me a fully-fledged Hunter, but until then, will pretend not to notice the looks and whispers.
This entry is rather short, so I'll write my daily routine down.

In the morning, I get up slowly, get dressed in the clothes under my gear and try to write a little, then I'll get dressed in my Hunter's Gear and make a breakfast before tending to my Burial Blade, saw cleaver, and other small things

Once my morning routine is finished, I'll often go out for a morning walk with my cleaver in-hand and blade on my back, though the Beasts don't often appear during the now rather scant daylight.

When it is time for lunch, I go to the market and get bread, cheese, and an apple, and although Hunters are allowed to just take without paying, I always offer my cashier some spare money.

I then sit at the nearby park, watching closely in the peaceful light, wondering if there is more to the world than this hellhole that I still so love...

Afterwards, I go about my pre-hunt routine, oftentimes forgoing dinner to move onto the hunt, much to the dismay of my friends.