Djura surveyed the world from atop his tower. He really only had a good view of Old Yharnam, but it may as well have been the world to him. The rest of the city was going to hell anyway, or perhaps it had already after the red moon descended. For all he knew, he was the only sane man left in Yharnam.

He sighed and peered up at the sky, observing the progress of its gradual lightening. The moon had gradually turned pale and withdrawn over the last several hours, and the purple of the sky had faded to a paler color that suggested the approach of dawn.

He should be more relieved that this long night appeared to be ending, but his heart was heavy. Out of all the hunters, all the innocent folk thrown into this mess, why had he been the one to survive? That girl, Demetria, has been so young, with her whole life ahead of her... And, though he had mixed feelings about the eldritch creature she had adopted, he felt sorry that it had never had a chance to truly live.

Djura considered going down to check the lantern again, but he figured it was no use. As soon as Demetria had disappeared into he Dream, the lamp had warped and twisted until it was nearly unrecognizable. Djura had experience with these things, and even if she somehow survived a battle with a Great One -which was unlikely, at best - he didn't see how she could ever return. Perhaps she would someday at a different place in Yharnam, but Djura was not omniscient. He would never be able to check them all.

When he saw the first glint of the sun over the horizon, Djura rose to his feet with a grunt of pain as his old injuries reminded him of their presence. He could take more blood, of course, but despite his understanding of the beasts he had no desire to become one himself.

Speaking of the beasts, they had to be fed, lest they turn on themselves and descend into cannibalism. Djura had never made his daily circuit of Old Yharnam without Zach or another companion at his side, and as he began with his chores he felt the loss acutely.

As he knelt down to examine a smaller beast - once a child, perhaps? - who had been beaten by the others, Djura suddenly became aware of a presence behind him.

He whirled around, ready to face a fight - was it that invader, again? - but there was no one there. Djura chuckled darkly to himself. Perhaps he was going mad after all.

But... the tiny beast before him looked terrified, staring up at something over Djura's shoulder with enormous wide eyes.

"Hello?" Djura said tentatively, feeling ridiculous at speaking to thin air. "Is someone there?"

"Djura."

He flinched as the word came out of nowhere, but so close it could have been whispered into his ear. It was not a voice, per se, but much more suggestive than a mere gust of wind.

"Show yourself," Djura commanded, trying to keep his own voice from wavering.

The air in front of him shimmered for a moment, then tore itself apart to reveal an endless black void. The hole in reality just hung there for a moment, glittering from the glow of distant stars, and then something began to reach through it...

Djura whirled away before he could get a good look at it, throwing up a hand to cover his one remaining eye. By the time he opened his eye, the bizarre apparition was gone and the hole in the world had healed over. In its place stood a young woman dressed in Cainhurst knight's robes and a blindfold cap.

"Demetria?" He asked incredulously.

The girl nodded stiffly, like a puppet. Though her mouth didn't move, she spoke with a rough approximation of the female hunter's voice. "I'm back," she said, the sound echoing oddly in Djura's ears. It seemed to come from a different place each time she spoke, never originating from the figure itself. "Aren't you glad to see me?"

"What happened to you?" Djura asked, stalling for time as he tried to figure out whether this was all just an elaborate trick.

"That's a long story," said Demetria's voice, and Djura thought he could hear several other voices overlaid above it, all laughing madly.

"So you're back," Djura tried again. "And you came to me. What'd you need an old man like me for?" Djura tried to keep up a brave front as the uncanny figure took a step forward and laid a heavy hand on his shoulder.

"I brought back Mergo," the voice whispered, close as a lover. "Now I plan to save the rest of Yharnam. And you're going to help me."

Author's Note: So apparently I am still writing bloodborne fanfic... I thought I was done, but while finishing up a harry potter fanfic I wrote several chapters of this story, a random oneshot, and a scene that's possibly a beginning of yet another story. Now I've gotta actually follow through with it lol. I'm afraid my headcanon is getting too convoluted to the point where readers don't want to go all the way back to previous works in the series, so please let me know by favoriting or leaving a review if you liked it or want more of this series.