I HAVE FINALLY FOUND OUT HOW TO USE THE HORIZONTAL LINE THINGY!

Ahem... Sorry. Didn't really know how to use them earlier. I'll fix the other chapters later. Probably.

Anyway...

I forgot to mention it last chapter but the journal entries will be there mostly for exposition that I don't feel like it'll fit in the story somewhere. It's also an easy way to peer through what Blake is thinking. So more exposition I suppose.

Don't worry, these won't really appear all that much in the story. Just assume that our resident cat girl ninja is constantly using the journal and writing on it..

On with the show then.

The Night Unfurls

Chapter 3

The Hunter

Journal Entry Number 2

I woke up with a massive headache. Again. I guess this is a recurring theme when you don't really die. Who knew immortality kinda sucks and feels weird?

Well I woke up in the Dream half-naked. Probably messed up my outfit when I was fighting that Grimm-beast-thing. Good thing those messengers are pretty good craftsmen. Maybe I should ask for a better, armoured clothing? Now there's an idea. Wonder how could I get those guys to do that…

Maybe I could convince them to make Gambol Shroud? I did make the original so making a replica from memory shouldn't be that hard. I mean, the metals are probably hard to find but this is a different dimension. The gun part could be changed a bit so that it wouldn't use Dust rounds. It

could be changed to use mercury or blood. I don't think the mecha-shifting parts need any modifications since-

Dust, I already sound like Ruby. I should probably stop thinking about weapons.

Anyway…

It has been a day since I killed that massive Grimm-beast-thing. Eleanor called it a Cleric Beast since it was once a poor sod who had clerical duties at the Church. I don't know how or why that's possible. Why would the mutations be based on what their occupation was? It's not scientifically possible.

I asked Eleanor about this and all she could do was shrug.

I feel like she's hiding things from me...

I could still faintly feel the cuts on my back I got from it even though they're not really there anymore. Like I said earlier, Immortality still feels weird. I probably won't get used to it.

And there is the matter of blood…

I know that blood injections here are kinda like those potion things in Jaune's video games, but I didn't know ingesting them is could cause a world of difference. It tastes so good. I can't stop myself from just letting the blood splatter on my face in a fight.

I don't know what's happening to me…

Is this what Eleanor said about the blood being intoxicating? Or how it'll cause blood-drunk hunting, whatever that is? She did give me some sedatives in case that happens… I should start bringing some of those when I'm out hunting. They'll probably clear my mind when I'm out in the field.

Am I going insane? Is it the mercury bullets I use? Certainly there should be a connection to it since I do mix my blood with those Dust damn things. I know mercury poisoning causes insanity, but surely it can't be just that. I suppose all of comes back to the blood.

It's always blood...

I'll have to keep a calm and collected mind from now on if I want keep my sanity and go back to Remnant intact. I have to do this for team RWBY.

I need to go back to them.

End of Entry Number 2

The afternoon sunlight cast its rays on the countless spires of Yharnam that reach out longingly to the infinite cosmos above. The shadows of the massive spires and buildings of the upper districts covering the much more humble ones and the poverty stricken slums, casting the illusion of an ever present night on those who lived below Yharnam's omnipresent shadows.

These everlasting shadows were the perfect place for unsightly beasts to breed and unsavory Hunters to conduct their business. Giant boarbatusk like pigs feeding on the rotting corpses that were thrown on the sewers haphazardly. Beast-like half decomposing corpses crawl on the muck and grime of green liquids and feces. Denizens of the sickening slums digging for whatever scraps of food and blood for sustenance. Such vile beings fed on the raw viscera of the blood that flows through the city's veins and its Pthumerian catacombs.

Having begrudgingly spent the early parts of her day in the sewers and slums exploring, the smells of the middle districts of the city were a welcomed feeling to Blake's sensitive sense of smell. She sorely wished that she wore a plague mask or any protective gear on her head for places like the sewers and the slums. The facemask of her attire partially giving protection to her, but it was still ineffective to her Faunus senses. She did not need the portable lantern or a light source of sorts, her night vision serviced her well in her trek to the sewers.

'This is not a good day.'

The Huntress-in-training sighed and pinched her nose as the invading smell of the sewers still hasn't left her attire. The trek did not yield any good results, except for dead Hunter that had a few things that replenished Blake's own supplies and a Saw Spear for a Saw Spear was too heavy for her fighting style, but it could be used for something else.

It was not an odd sight to see dead corpses of fellow Hunters strewn and scattered throughout the city. Considering that the city was already overrun and the beast plague running rampant, seeing corpses of Hunter recruits and trainees was quite normal, all things considered.

She cleared her mind as she crouched low and her hand hovered just a foot of the cobblestone floor. Her concentration rewarded her with a small bubbling portal revealing a few ghoulish messengers greeting her. They were already emulating her attire, each one wearing a black or white bow on top of their head or tied on their neck like any other gentleman. She smiled lightly to them as they looked at her in awe and admiration.

"Here." Reaching out for the Saw Spear, she offered it to them as they took it with glee. "Give it to Eleanor. Maybe she'll find a use for it. Oh, before I forget," she patted one on the head as she paused. "Tell Eleanor to give me a few of those sedatives. I'll need them." Punctuating her need of the medicinal liquids.

The ghoulish beings disappeared into the portal after the command. It bubbled for a while before closing the tear in reality. The mechanics of how the Dream asserts itself onto the real world was still confusing to the Huntress-in-training.

A few moments passed before another bubbling portal opened beside her. Four bottles of sedatives rolled out of it. She stuffed the precious bottles in her pack right after the portal dematerialized again.

Blake stood up from and dusted herself off. The facemask of her garb now covering half of her face. Tricorn hat hanging loosely on her back as she begrudgingly carried it around for protection against liquids falling on her. But most importantly, her teacher has forced her to wear it. The smell of the sewers still annoyingly cling to her garb.

'Perhaps the scent of blood will cleanse it?'

Shaking the ill thought out of her mind, she went on her way to explore more of the cursed, blood soaked city with journal and pen in hand and blade on the other.

Piecing the information off of the Moon Presence's riddles and looping conversations has been equally difficult to gleaming knowledge within the endless tomes that littered the Workshop's library. It was still much needed information about the cosmos and the beyond. Although, the Old Ones were hardly the paragon of truthfulness themselves, It was still worth noting that their knowledge held countless tomes worth of information about the cosmos, barring of course them being native to that realm.

Being insightful of the world around and the godlike creatures above that pull the strings does have its numerous perks. And being a surrogate child of one of them does help immensely.

Seeing as this information could still be false, Eleanor took it upon herself to compare and contrast the creature's eldritch words and visions to whatever information could be found in the Workshop and Yharnam.

It was a thankless task but it was something she needed to do. Learning how to release those who are bound to the Dream was a necessity to her. Gehrman knew about the method of releasing the hold of the Dream, but sadly he did not give away the method to Eleanor, taking that information with him to the grave.

'Taken to the grave…'

Her blue eyes widened in realization.

'It can't be that simple… Surely it can't be.'

"Good Hunter..." It was the inquiry of the Doll and the porcelain hand that tapped lightly on Eleanor's shoulder that took her out of her thoughts. The concern within the Doll's voice was evident and Eleanor can only wince slightly at the Doll's interruption.

"Yes, Doll. What is it?" The Doll interrupting the crippled Hunter was quite the sight as it was odd. Normally, she had more tact and barely interrupted her Good Hunter whenever she spent her time musing things. Now it was a bit different.

"Do you think it is right, keeping things from the Young Hunter? Doesn't she need to know all of this, the Moon Presence, the Old Ones, and the cosmos?" The Workshop's current owner winced again at the other inquiry. Lying was something she had used before but never the less despised. It served no other purpose but to burn down trust. And giving her insight on what the world truly is should benefit them in the long run.

'No. No one needs to know.'

"She doesn't need to know." Eleanor answered with only a few moments to spare for pondering. The knowledge of the cosmos and the Old Ones should be kept under wraps, locks and chains. Along with Byrgenwerth, the Pthemerian catacombs, and Yharnam itself needs to be burned down to the ground along with the knowledge and history those places. "No one needs to know about all this. Knowledge of this is dangerous. You know how all of this led to the deaths of thousands. This knowledge is too dangerous. I'm only doing this for her own good."

Heaving out a tired sigh, the Doll could only dejectedly accept the Good Hunter's reasoning. "As you wish, Good Hunter."

The Doll left the great halls of the library and Eleanor with her research and musings. Sighing, the blonde hobbled next to one of the library's massive windows that had a lounge couch next to it. Her body plopped itself onto the furniture, her eyes pointed out to the window..

The crippled Hunter could only stare blankly at the shattered moon up above. Her musings left her back to her mentor and the last request he made to her before she vehemently refused it and killed her mentor. A request to offer her life to end everything she has witnessed.

'What if he meant that death inside the Dream was a way to waking up in the real world? Would it even be possible for Belladonna to go back to her own world?'

Eleanor closed her eyes and lulled herself to comforting sleep.

Blake continued her trek in the middle districts of Yharnam. The occasional patrol of the crazed citizens only slightly hampering her progress. Stealthily sneaking around them or eliminating them in quick succession was how she usually dealt with it.

The larger beasts took more care, a molotov cocktail, a couple of well placed throwing knives, or a quick incision in a weak spot doing the job. Stealth and subterfuge are her best friends here after all. Usually she took them out with extreme prejudice. These things should be slain after all.

The last encounter she had was just a few minutes ago.

It wasn't a patrol, but a mob laying in wait for them to spring their trap on a narrow bridge. An obvious trap at that. The large boulder could be seen over a hundred meters and the vile smell of gasoline was noticeable in the air. It didn't matter to Blake as she let the flaming boulder trample over the mob and her twin curved daggers quickly dispatching the giant who was responsible for the boulder.

At this moment, she was just basking in the warm sunlight of the late afternoon. Taking in whatever rest she could in the Dust forsaken city. Lying on the cool stone floor and contemplating how her life has led to this. Surely she couldn't have predicted how she ended up in a different world, but everything was still too surreal to her. She often questioned her questionable sanity now. whenever she saw a beast her eyes would always associate them with Grimm, or how her mind would always play tricks on her. It was as if there was a layer within reality that her mind desperately tried to pry open but her senses refusing to do so.

It was all still too much to take in.

Her moment of respite was disturbed by two gangly plague ridden citizens that had mangy red fur all over them. Her heightened senses did not pick up the disturbance these two made, but was enough for her to mount the offensive.

Before they could react, a hot ball of mercury already flew from Evelyn and has already pierced the right eye of the first militiaman, killing him instantly. The rake and the torch he was holding fell uselessly on the ground.

The second one wasn't as lucky as his partner. The double helix blade, wreathed in the strength of Aura enhanced muscles, taking off one his legs in quick downward slash. This forced him to kneel in pain, the militiaman growling in frustration and extreme pain. The blade did it's quick work as it whizzed through the air and decapitated the man.

Newly spilled blood now caked the stone floor.

'I hate this place…'

Blake sighed as her quick rest was rudely interrupted.

Her exploration of Yharnam continues on.

Trudging along the path at the end of the bridge that was used for the crude trap, the Faunus went along it in her not-so-merry way. The shadows of the large spires and building engulfing the streets and alleyways of the district served well to hide both the Huntress-in-training and whatever danger decided to take the shadows as a shroud.

The ever present shade of Yharnam cast its gaze towards a large clearing holding a destroyed marketplace. The ruin that once held life for the citizens was a segue or a border of sorts that led towards a stone stairway that brought one to the massive chapel that served as the opening to the business districts and the Cathedral Wards.

Blake made her way towards the stone steps that went along towards a massive graveyard of sorts that sat at the foot of the chapel.

The sight to her was breathtaking. The sun looming above, but its rays only grazing the spires of the chapel and a few select areas that were high enough. The meager light gave the chapel a divine touch to it, a sanctuary -a bastion of hope- to what was just below. A mass graveyard with tombstones carelessly strewn all over the field. There were probably hundreds or thousands buried underneath the soil like sardines. What was their only companions however were the dead trees and a well dressed Hunter with a dark wide brimmed hat and a white scarf mottled with blood-

Wait, what?

The Hunter in question was chopping something, or someone, with a crude handaxe covered in blood soaked bandages. Blake recognized it as one of the basic Hunter weapons, a Hunter Axe. It was a trick weapon that had the ability to extend the handle, turning it from a one handed axe to a halberd with an axe head.

The man -Blake was sure it was a man due to his build- stood up to his full height. He was unnaturally tall. 'Almost twice as tall as Neo.' Blake mused. HIs back was still facing the Faunus. His black long coat and white scarf slightly swaying at the bellowing wind. He let out a short cough as if to clear his voice.

"...Beasts all over the shop... You'll be one of them, sooner or later..."

'Neptune..?'

Blake's breath hitched as she heard the voice. Before she could think however, the man turned towards her. His face came into full view of her. Light blue hair grown messily as it covered his tanned face. Two crazed deep blue eyes stared towards Blake, as if appraising her soul -or most likely, her blood. There was beyond a shadow of a doubt it was him, aside from the his aged face.

She wasn't sure if this the result of her questionable sanity or some eldritch deity playing tricks on her fragile mind, but there was one thing she was sure of: she needed to run - run away from the crazed Hunter.

Turning her heel to prepare for flight, her golden eyes came into contact with dark grey ones. The owner, who was wearing a dull yellow and brown Hunter attire covered with countless bandoliers; his face covered with brown facemask and a feathered yellow tricorn hat. He was blocking the path towards the marketplace with a spear and a blunderbuss.

The spear the man was holding was easily recognizable as a Rifle Spear, created by the Workshop heretics, the Powderkeg Hunters.

Before Blake could form any thought of an alternate escape, the man shot forward with the spear. Instincts kicked in and a shadow clone was left to take the hit from the spear. A clicking sound came out of the weapon as a dozen pellets of mercury shot out and pelted the onyx haired Faunus. Luckily, her Aura protected her from becoming a cushion for shotgun pellets.

"Sick creature... May you rest in peace..." The Hunter in yellow and brown croaked out in a ragged, yet familiar voice. Memories of a blond, crass monkey Faunus crossed her mind as whirled in action a million miles a minute.

'Sun?!'

This took Blake off guard again. A great pain in her head emerged once more as more vivid visions of the cosmos invaded her mind, just like her fight with the Cleric Beast. The pain was still greatly unbearable but a quick jab from a blood vial took it away.

Her hidden cat ears twitched as her senses concentrated on the sound of the Hunter Axe slashing horizontally towards her torso. Her body spun as her hand shot out with her Aura concentrated at the palm of her hand to block it. The blade of the axe was stopped short before it could damage her outstretched hand.

This took not-Sun and not-Neptune both by surprise. Taking this chance, Blake backpedaled to make some distance between her and her opponents. She can't sneak past them now. Combat was her only option.

Blake steeled herself as she muttered a quick apology to the doppelgangers that looked like her friends. "Forgive me."

Three throwing knives shot out of her hand aimed towards not-Sun. The blunderbuss he held cracked as pellets shot out and met the flying knives and stopped them mid flight, falling uselessly on the ground.

Serving their purpose as distraction well, the onyx haired Faunus sidestepped as her Blade of Mercy shot out to meet not-Sun's torso. Not-Neptune's Hunter Axe extended its full length as it met the double helix blade, blocking the strike. His own blunderbuss pelted her Aura as she was reeled back by the force of the impact.

Not-Sun's thrusted his Rifle Spear towards Blake's torso, the brunt of the attack was absorbed by the shadow clone she left behind. It dissipated into thin air. The visage of the dying shadow clone was replaced by the Huntress-in-training pointing Evelyn towards the yellow and brown garbed Hunter's head. He reacted quickly by covering his face with his off hand. Hot mercury pierced it and invaded his hand.

Clicking her tongue in annoyance, she sidestepped to her right giving her enough room and time to load another mercury round inside Evelyn. It was now not-Neptune who took the opening as an advantage.

His axe now in its shortened form, it made quick slashes towards Blake. She weaved and ducked through most of the attacks. She used her shadow clones to take the rest of the attacks she couldn't dodge. Almost after every shadow clone that fell, she retaliated with small cuts she delivered towards the nicely dressed insane Hunter. The growls of frustration coming from him were getting louder and louder.

At the edge of her vision, she could see not-Sun injecting himself with a couple of blood vials, healing his mercury ridden hand as fast as the blood could act.

'Damn.'

The momentary distraction had given enough time for not-Neptune for an attack. His blunderbuss cracked as the pellets shot out and hit Blake's off hand, along with Evelyn. Her dwindling Aura reserves protected her hand, but not the firearm. This promptly disarmed her as her long barrel pistol flew out of her reach. She cursed herself for being distracted.

The Hunter Axe extended to its full length mid swing, hitting her weakened Aura that shielded her torso and throwing her away from the blood drunk Hunter.

Seeing as she was now unarmed, her hand went to her messenger bag and quickly grabbed a molotov cocktail. She primed it within mere moments and hid it behind her her with her off hand.

Not-Neptune didn't seem to have noticed this act or was simply too insane to care, so he rushed ahead and continued on his onslaught against the Faunus.

'That's it!'

This was the opportunity Blake needed. Weaving through another series of attacks, her off hand that carried the primed crude incendiary grenade shot towards the crazed Hunter and slammed the cocktail on his chest. The liquid quickly covering the man's torso and the fire spread towards his entire frame.

Blake was lucky enough that her weakening Aura protected her from the spreading flames. Jamming another blood vial, her body now went back to its perfect state, without a replenished Aura reserve of course. She split the Blade of Mercy into its twin dagger forms and rushed the yellow and brown garbed Hunter

The pained wails of the burning not-Neptune broke not-Sun's concentration and healing.

As Blake leapt to deliver the killing blow to the spear wielder, he raised his blunderbuss in defiance and shot her. The mercury pellets connected with her shadow clone she purposely left as a distraction. The real Blake used the cover of the gravestones and attacked not-Sun's right side. He anticipated this however and shot her with the Rifle Spear's blunderbuss. Hitting her Aura protected leg with the pellets.

She stumbled forward and fell face first onto the dirt.

"D-damn…"

Without missing a beat, the man's Rifle Spear and blunderbuss shot their hot mercury pellets on the Huntress-in-training's exposed back. This weakened her Aura to what felt like its last legs.

Sensing the danger of her weakened Aura, Blake rolled away as the Rifle Spear stabbed at where she was moments ago.

'Dust damnit! That almost had me!'

Seeing as she was now facing the late afternoon sky, she propelled herself upward in a standing position using her legs. Hearing another click of the blunderbuss she spun forward and created a shadow clone in front of her to use as a human shield. She kicked the clone towards not-Sun to meet the spear and blunderbuss.

The Rifle Spear pierced the clone's chest and went through its back, skewering it. Not a moment too late, the spear's blunderbuss crackled as mercury pellets shot out, barely grazing Blake.

'There! An opening!'

A shadow clone went on the offensive on not-Sun's left side. His blunderbuss made quick work of the clone, but it was an adequate enough distraction for Blake as she shot forward on the right side of the yellow and brown garbed Hunter. Twin curved daggers glistening with murder.

The two blades met the flesh of the Hunter's torso with glee. He stumbled backwards and fell to the ground on his back. His weapons clattered uselessly near them. Blake pinned him down with her own weight as he resisted with pushes, shoves, and punches.

"Gaaahhh!" Blake let out a feral growl as she continued her assault.

Stabbing wildly at him, the twin curved daggers drew blood after each and every wound that they dealt. It continued on until the body went limp and the only sound not-Sun delivered were gurgling as blood seeped out of his mouth onto his facemask.

With shaky hands, she gripped the daggers loosely.

'I-I killed h-'

Before she could react fully however, the curved blade of the Hunter Axe slammed full force on her side as she was launched away from the body. Her body hit the wall of the chapel with enough force to match an Atlesian Paladin's fist. Her Aura's protection waned and not a moment later, dissipated.

Her Aura's barrier has shattered.

Groaning in pain, she forced her golden eyes to open and witness her attacker. It was still not-Neptune with an extended Hunter Axe in his hands. What was odd however was how his limbs looked oddly elongated in unnatural ways. His back was hunched over, giving a slight slouch. Small growls escaped his clenched teeth as he still had a few of the embers from the cocktail's flames shining and burning his growing fur-

'Wait, what, fur?'

As if on cue, he threw both the blunderbuss and axe away from him and his muscles started bulging out of his burnt attire. His clothes ripped and were torn as his form took a more beastly appearance by the second. Leg bones snapping in place to mimic the hind legs of a hound. The burnt clothing finally gave way and ripped apart as the man she facing was no more than a beast, completing the metamorphosis.

The lumbering form of the man-turned-turned beast cast its primal gaze onto her, hungry and aching for vengeance.

"N-no…" Blood seeped out of her mouth as she gasped. Her eyes widened in panic as she desperately tried to grab onto one of her blood vials. Unfortunately, her hands were rendered useless as they can barely move, only giving a slight twitch from her fingers. Death's grasped was already upon her once again. She wasn't ready to meet with the mistress of death again.

Before she could meet death's embrace again however, her golden eyes caught a glimpse of feathers slowly descending towards the ground.

The feathers were red, red like roses.

A loud thump reverberated just beside her as a new person entered the fray. A cloak made up of red feathers covered their person lightly swayed to the wind. An occasional feather or two would slowly detach themselves from the cloak and fly aimlessly in the field.

The person sauntered in front of Blake, using themselves as a barrier against the beast and the Faunus. Glancing on their shoulder, their "face" came into view. They were wearing a plague doctor's mask in the shape of a nevermore's boney facemask and beak. This was accentuated with the pointed hat and the feathered cloak, giving off a crow or vulture like appearance.

On their back was a massive rifle slung on their shoulder. It was an odd rifle since it's overall design aesthetic would convey the look of a modern Dust powered anti-material rifle but it didn't have any scope to speak of whatsoever. On their main hand was curved longsword that looked more of a giant sharpened claw than tempered steel. On their off hand was some sort of collapsible staff.

"I'm here to help." Came out of the plague doctor's mask. The voice was distinctly female and aged but was muddled by a thick accent that Blake couldn't put a name to.

Before the Faunus could react or give thanks however, the beast charged at the cloaked woman. Newly formed claws eager to drink blood.

The woman stood her ground and attached the blade to the collapsed staff. With a flick of her wrist, the amalgamation of steel and reinforced wood transformed into a massive scythe the size of the woman.

Before the beast could connect any attack, the woman initiated her dance of death with the scythe, easily wounding or taking chunks of flesh away from the beast. The helpless beast was already trapped within the dance's momentum. It was a cruel and brutal yet efficient method of fighting: cutting deep enough to cause massive bleeding but shallow enough not to decapitate, thus conserving more energy for the one who was fighting.

With enough blood lost, the beast slumped over dead. It was nothing more than a bleeding carcass now.

The fight ended as quickly as it started with only one clear winner: the woman with the scythe.

'Damn, that's impressive…'

Blake slowly shook her revery away as she had more pressing matters now; trying not to die again. This act seemed to have caused the scythe-wielder away from her thoughts as well.

Seeing as Blake was wounded and barely alive, the scythe-wielder walked towards the Faunus and crouched down beside her. She patted the onyx haired girl before finding what she needed: blood vials.

"W-what-," Before the Huntress-in-training could protest, four blood vials were callously injected into her. The healing liquid did its work and fixed the broken bones, twisted arms, and deep wounds, albeit slowly. Blake mused that this was probably because her body was thoroughly weakened.

"Like I said," The scythe-wielder bagan, "I'm here to help."

"Who are you?" Blake croaked out in a hoarse voice.

"People call me Crow or the Crow." The woman giggled slightly at the emphasis. "But you can call me Eileen."

Author's Notes:

Eileen enters the stage.

Volume 3, Chapter 10 was hype as hell. New Grimm types (ermahgurd griffins and a wyvern Grimm mama that spawns little baby Grimm babies), friendship, and team fights. Needs more Monochrome tho.

Anyway…

The worst boss fights are where there's two or more of them. Like Lud and Zallan in the Ivory King DLC from Dark Souls 2. Man, that was impossible.

Thinking about it now, I think using Gehrman would have been fine in this story. Can't really back down now, as much as I really want to. *Sighing heavily*

Seeing that Gehrman does know how to let someone bound to the Dream be released from its grasp, I think he would have still been fine. Uuuggghhh…

Too bad I can't really back down now like a massive coward.

Segue into...

As we've seen with a few characters and the story, I've taken quite a few liberties just to make a few things make sense. Or for the story to make sense. For example, the "Insight messed with Blake's head so now she sees things that are familiar to her even though they're not suppose to" stuff.

I'm heavily leaning towards the use of the whole "time and space being wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey, ball of stuff" that Dark Souls has. But I'm not really sure how that'll work out later. Or if I should just use like a timeline reset thing but the only thing that isn't affected by it is the Dream and everything within it.

That paragraph above is just stuff that I'm considering. So they're totally not definitive. And besides, Blake is running through a modified NG+ so there should be a few changes. And the marketplace before the boss fight was more or less me just giving more size and unlife to Yharnam.

Still iffy about fight scenes.

See you in the next chapter.