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Prepare for the nightmare
00 - The Night is Long
They had been used to it by now - at least, they had thought they were. The epidemic of ashen blood, the curse of their transfusions - everything they were or ever would be should have dictated that killing and dying were normal functions of life.
At first, the corpse was regarded with a sense of confusion. The missing flesh was nothing new, but the pattern in which it was missing was. And those eyes...
The Doll shivered just thinking about them. They held the gaze of someone in the throws of the unknown. No curse-discarded or consumed body had ever before held such a terrified expression before... and yet here was the person with the haunting grey eyes who told of horrors yet unknown.
No, the Doll reflected, none of the corpses she could remember had ever even had eyes before.
Red droplets fell in place of rain.
They'd been handsome in life, she thought. Aside from the scars that marred the left side of their face and the missing chunks of flesh, they had once stood proud and mighty in the city of Yharnam.
And yet...
"Something is wrong," she murmured to the shadows. She clasped her hands and rocked back and forth over the half-devoured corpse in front of her. Blood still oozed from the holes, pooling around them both and tainting the air with the scent of copper. Beneath the aromas of blood and earth and death, there was another. The Doll did not recognize what it came from.
In the distance, a lone figure licked their palms and grinned into the dark. Their teeth and eyes flashed, the latter a writhing mass of red among the black. Thick tendrils undulated in the air behind them. If the Doll had only pricked her ears, she might have heard them chuckle.