Because I was bored I wanted to Figure out how much the population of Yharnam is/was within the world of Bloodborne. So Yharnam from what I can gather is a dark twisted combined version of Edinburgh, Paris, and of course London. Putting this game around the year of 1900 it would have if all three of those cities were put together – which is completely possible since the place is freaking huge – the population would be about 9,960,000. Once a month the nightmare shows up and turns a good portion of the city into beasts, with every night having quote on quote "containment" of it. I think it has been going on for about 5 years just by how well the city has kind of accepted death. Seriously look around there're literally coffins in the streets. So 5 years so 60 nightmares with each probably turning around 5% of the unturned population into beasts.
Just to save time I'm gonna just gonna go by year
Year 1: 5,381,986 Humans.
Year 2: 2,908,210 Humans
Year 3: 1,571,480 Humans
Year 4: 849,165 Humans
Year 5: 458,855 Humans left.
I have no idea how many people continued to come into the city but the fact that The hunter is there proves people still come to the city. That means when this nightmare comes around, one that is said to be worse than any other so let's go with 10% because why not. The hunter was mostly alone against about 46,000 beasts. Even if you count all other hunters, hostile and otherwise, which is 18 outside of DLC. Most those people die or go insane about ¾ through the full nightmare at the latest. Each one probably only killed 1/3 their share if they were at 100%. So the Hunter had to most likely had to Slay 31,000 beasts on his own.
Yes, I know in Game you don't kill that many but if we are being realistic with his feats like I like to think about it, yes he would have to kill 31,000 beasts to get it out alive. Going off the trailers this makes sense since we see massive hordes with the hunter being forced to clear entire streets. So I like to think he killed 31,000 beasts. Probably a lot more because we have no idea how many of the beasts from pervious nights and nightmares are still alive. Probably a very good portion as the number of humans remaining at the end of the last nightmare was probably close to zero per square mile from how few interact with you at the end. Well moving onto the story.
The line of supply trucks pulled up a small incline on a hill as they followed a now more developed stone road to a cluster of buildings that was the central hub of what looked to be a small town with a small stream coming in from the side and curving around the town. Jager continued to chuckle at a joke that the driver had said, though he did not grasp the whole of the meaning, but when you go through what he had any sort of humor is greatly favored over silence. The man looked to the hunter and overlooked him once more from head to toe.
"Say – Jager was it – you are pretty strong right?" The Driver asked. "You are a freelancer, so I was hoping you could join us as we go to Mistral City. We only got two guards with us, but they aren't nowhere near a huntsmen's level. A bit of extra muscle would be greatly appreciated."
"That would be my pleasure." Jager answered and reached into one of his arcane pockets that still seemed to work and pulled out two shiny coins that he collected. He remembered these were worthless in the nightmare, so he ended up mostly using them to mark where he had been. He held one up to the Driver. "This might be a different currency from here, but I think the coin is coin."
The driver took the coin and polished it with his sleeve and stared at with his eyes slowing expanding before looking back to Jager.
"You know this is gold right? How many do you got?"
"Gold?" Jager asked, taking back the coin and looking at it before chuckling a bit. He had forgotten that gold held actual value somehow. He reached into his pocket and began to count how many he had. "About 30."
"You do know those are each worth 1,000 right?" The driver asked. "How do you just have that in your pocket?" Jager flipped it with his thumb and chuckled.
"Just a bit of… exploring I suppose." Jager told him.
The Hunter walked around to the back of the truck and took the Doll's hand to help her down from the back of the bed of the truck before walking over to the driver's side of the truck where the driver handed back Jager's hat where he placed it back onto his head with a sort of style that only the height level of gentlemen would have. The Driver gave a bit confused look back before just smiling at the hunter.
"You two go get yourselves situated. The guys and I are gonna go drop off our supplies at the depot before finding some place to park these things for the night. See you two in the morning." With that, the driver drove away with the two other trucks following.
Jager looked the Doll up and down once more and realized that the driver in fact had a point. She was… poofy. So as the two went down the different streets, they looked for a tailor and luckily after about twenty minutes of walking around and getting a few odd looks from those they passed, they entered a tailor shop with a half asleep tailor behind a desk with a circular stand behind him with a panorama of mirrors towards it. The two walked in to the sound of a bell and the tailor shook her head and looked up at the two with a welcoming expression.
"Hey there. How can I help you two with?" She asked. Jager walked up and put his hat on a hook and returned the expression and gestured to the Doll.
"Can you please cut this down? We did not expect the amount of roughage we would be dealing with and we were unable to pack any clothes before leaving for here. Could you make it take only about 50% of its current volume?" He asked her. The seamstress looked at The Doll with a pondering looked. The Doll turned herself a few times to get a better idea.
"Yes I could do that. When would you need it?"
"Tomorrow. Mid-day by all looks of it." Jager answered. The seamstress chuckled.
"I would need four days at minimum." She answered. Jager put three coins on the table. "Mid-day it is. I will need the dress."
"Doll if you would." Jager said. The Doll began to remove her dress and the seamstress began to freak out.
"Don't you want to be private!?" She said covering her eyes. The Doll Finished removing the dress and put it over one of the mannequins. The Seamstress looked for a moment and found that the Doll had only the figure of human woman but lack all parts. She was smooth with her joints being exposed. "An… automaton?"
"Yes, I was constructed kind Seamstress." The Doll answered. "The dress is only for comfort and to remove awkwardness from most situations with new hunters. The Good Hunter does not mind however."
"I've seen much weirder things." Jager said while crossing his arms. "Do we have something to cover her. Like a cloak or jacket or something along those lines?"
The Seamstress gave them a cloak that was tied around the Doll's body to cover her. The cloak also fell down to a little below her knees. Jager thanked the seamstress and head out into the streets with the time being about three hours after twilight So he simply decided to go have at least a little break from everything and soon found himself at the local bar with the Doll being shortly behind him. Jager of course was not a person particular about alcohol, but he was hoping to at least see if he would still enjoy it. He slowly pushed the door to the bar open and found inside a decently sized establishment with the leftmost wall from the entrance being half of a bar with a small kitchen behind that. The wall directly in front of him there was a small sized fireplace and in the corner passed the bar there was a shifting image of what looked like a magical mirror. Jager stared it as a sort of sports game was being played on before simply shrugging with acceptance that the world that he came from was much stranger than this one by a still very large margin.
He directed the Doll to go to the bar where two stools remained open as he took off his jacket and hat and set it on a hook near the entrance and walked towards the doll as she sat in silence with her hands crossed over her lap and looking at her reflection in one of the mirrors opposite sides of the bar. Jager left his saw cleaver in its arcane pocket inside of jacket and left the handle of a Gehrman's scythe with it within its folded state. He continued to allow the Scythe's head to swing at his side along with a pistol on the opposite side of the hip. Other men in the Establishment had similar items with them so it didn't seem that odd to him to have it on him. He sat at the counter next to the Doll and the bartender came over.
"What can I get you two? Each drink is 2." The bartender told him. Jager pulled out another coin and set it on the counter with a smirk.
"Get me the best drink you have. Not strength wise. Just something that tastes good." He told the bartender. "From what remains I want you to give half of it to your workers and the rest allow me to pay for whatever unpaid drinks there are."
The bartender's face lit up with a smile and called back into the kitchen and a small rally of cheers came from inside and he began to pull out a fine bottle of alcohol and mixing supplies and began to make a masterful cocktail as Jager began to pick at and eat some crackers that were left out for everyone. The smile on his face not fading as he simply loved the sound of living – sane – people as they laughed and enjoyed everything around them. His eyes closed as he took it all in only to be broken as the man sitting next to him chuckled a bit and turned to face him.
"So money bags, why you paying for everyone?" The man asked. An outline of the entire room came forth in Jager's mind as his level of insight allowed him to detect shapes and distances without even having to open his eyes. He looked the man up and down a bit within this state. The man was a bit older with their heights being comparable within a few inches.
"Money does not weigh on my mind sir." Jager answered. "Not after what I've been through."
"Funny how you didn't offer your lady here a drink."
"Oh that's because-!" Jager began when a drunk man called out.
"Hey... this lady got no clothes on under there!" The drunk man said as he got off of his stool. The Bartender continued working on Jager's drink, but a bit slower as he paid attention to the man. Jager opened his eyes and looked over at the man as figures filled with color. The man stumbled a bit as people looked at him out of confusion. The Doll stood up to the man with her arms at her sides as the man gathered everyone's attention. The Drunk man grabbed her cloak and pulled it off her to reveal the Doll's body to the bar. Jager grabbed his face out of annoyance. "See!?"
Jager walked around The Doll and grabbed the Cloak and put it over her with one hand as he used the other to take the drunk man away from the bar and to a chair at one of the tables where Jager ordered him to stay. People began to talk and partially laugh at The Doll for being nude but a few people began to realize exactly what they saw. One of the larger working looking men approached the bar and pointed at The Doll.
"Hey, she ain't no girl." The man said. "She's like one of those robots. Like the ones that attacked Beacon." He said angered.
"I am an automaton yes." The Doll replied to the man as the rest of the establishment began to regather themselves and began to realize what the man was saying. Eyes widened and muscles tightened by both men and women in the bar. The Bartender finished Jager's drink and handed it to him.
"Those things are dangerous. They should be turned to scrap before they attack our homes." The man said to the rest of the people in the bar then back to The Doll. "They don't have any souls. Just like grimm."
Jager stood between the man and The Doll as he sipped on his cocktail. In all honesty the drink did little to his taste buds or to make intoxicate himself, but at least he was able to at least partially enjoy it. Other men began to gather around and behind the first. Most had some variation of a weapon at their sides; a few of them have their hands on them as they backed up the first man.
"Not bad…" Jager said handing the drink back to The Doll. "Sir, we are to be gone in the morning you do not need to berate my friend. She will not harm anyone here as she is completely incapable of doing so. So please let us be."
"That's what Atlas said but that didn't stop from their machines getting hijacked. How do we know that yours isn't just carrying a virus or something? I don't know who you are so we can't really trust that." The man persisted while getting agreement and nods from his group and the people of the bar. "It's just a machine let's just smash it. You let us do that and we will know you ain't no terrorist."
"The Doll will not break by a paranoid thug like yourself sir." Jager replied. "Either you or your compatriots may attempt. But I fear you will not get passed me within a lifetime." Jager took his pistol off his hip along with the head of the scythe and handing both to The Doll.
"Fine then, we'll just kick your ass first." The man said pull a fist back and Jager sighed.
"After I paid for your drinks…"
Jager shifted his head as the punch came casually and dodged it with a lazy look in his eyes. As the first punch came back a second came from his other arm and another dodge. Jager puts his thumbs in his pocket and let his hands dangle off his thumbs and his pockets. Another punch and another dodge, again and again, twenty times he did it casually before a knife was thrown at Jager's head, which he dodged and had the knife planting itself in the wood in the bar. Jager looked at the first man as he regained his breath. Another man pulled out a knife and came from the side where Jager grabbed the man's wrist and twisted it with such force that the man fell to the ground with the rotation just as his wrist snapped. The First man punches at Jager who caught the punch with his other hand and began to squeeze, popping three of the man's fingers out of socket and breaking two of them. Both men writhed in pain as the first man fell to his knees while grabbing his fingers. Jager looked at the five other men that were going to back up the first and found them lacking in the ability to advance forward. Jager went over to The Doll and recollected his weapons and his drink and walked towards the door with the Doll behind him.
"Bastard!" The first man called out through gritted teeth as he pulled out a pistol and took aim at the hunter. A gust of wind blew through the bar as within the time it would take most to blink the Hunter reached the man and cut the pistol in half while cutting the man's cheek ever slightly. Jager hung the head of the Scythe back to his hip as he stood straight up in front of the man.
"Pathetic." Jager said before returning to the Doll at the door. "Never challenge a hunter unless you mean to kill them. For no other way will you ever have a chance. Now if you excuse me, I would like to get a good night's rest."
