Warren awoke laying in one of the beds that he had passed by before. The pain he had felt was gone, but he still didn't feel right. His mind was trying to piece together what had happened during the fight. Looking over, he saw Lady Demir sitting on a chair near him, reading a book by candlelight.

"How are you feeling?" She closed her book and looked at him.

"I-I feel fine. My mind is in a rush though."

"Killing a man should never be taken lightly."

"Yet you were willing to kill him."

Lady Demir was silent. She dragged her chair over to Warren's bed and sat down. As she did, Warren realized that his arms and legs had been strapped down onto the bed.

"Why were you traveling with that man?"

"What does it matter? Untie me."

Lady Demir sighed, then pulled out a small blade from her robe and set it upon Warren's throat. Warren struggled to move away, yet the bindings held him in place.

"You snuck into the Church with a man who tried to kill me. If I untie you, you might try to do the same. Now-"

"I killed him! What does it matter?"

"Why were you with the man?"

"He helped me. Saved my life. We happened to be heading to the same place."

"Why did you want to come here?"

"I am looking for someone. A girl named Julia."

Lady Demir thought about this for a moment before lifting the knife off Warren's neck and slipping it back into her robes. She then began to take off the straps that bound him to the bed.

"You're not from the city are you?"

"How do you know?"

"Only a fool would travel around the city on the night of a hunt. You're not even blooded as a Hunter. You can only be an outsider."

She stood and walked over to a desk near the corner of the room, looking through it as she spoke. Warren sat up on the bed and rubbed his wrists, thankful that he was finally free. She pulled a small pocket book from the drawer and brought it over to Warren.

"As for this 'Julia' you seek, she cannot be here. I am the only one left. Those that left went to other towns and cities, to wait at the Healing Churches there."

"There are more? I thought Yharnam was the only one."

"You must have traveled a long way then. The Healing Church has brought the blood to many others, spreading the word of the Old Ones and their gift."

Warren bit his tongue, wanting to argue with the women about what the 'gift' had done to her city, but knew that he was not in a position to do such things.

"So, she's not even here?"

"If she is here, she would be in a state which you would not want to see."

"What's in the book?"

"This is a ledger, of where the members of the Church went to when they left."

She handed the book to him. It was bound in simple black leather with the symbol of the Healing Church stamped on the front, and the pages inside were filled with small, neat writing, detailing where the members of the church and their patients had gone.

After drifting through a few of the pages, Warren was found what he was looking for, written in the same neat handwriting.

Lamina, First Nun of the Healing Church, was sent along with Nuns Cathlee and Julia to look after patients at the Healing Church in the town of Ishmouth. They were given coinage for the journey, along with enough supplies to look after themselves and their patients. The Nuns are to return to Yharnam once the Hunt is done with their patients and tithe that the Ishmouth church has collected.

Warren stood up, and a sharp pain burned in his legs where they had been cut, but only for a moment.

"Do you have any maps?"

"Why? You cannot leave."

"What do you mean?"

"To contain the Hunt, Yharnam always closes all gates, and the Church has guards and Hunters surround the city."

"Then how did I get in?"

Lady Demir remained quiet.

"I think you have no idea how bad it is out there. I'm not from here, so I can't really say, but tonight can't be like the nights before."

"The Hunt has always happened. It is the Churches duty to cleanse the beasts."

"The beasts that they have created."

"Nothing is perfect. But with the blood, we will reach perfection. The blood is from the Old Ones, and with their power, we can transcend being human. We can become more."

"But at what price?"

She still remained quiet. Soon after she left the room, leaving Warren alone.

He looked through the book again, looking for any more information on Julia that he could find, but the ledger never made another mention of her. He then began to look up information on Ishmouth and the Healing Church there. Few passages referenced the town, but nothing with any valuable information came up. After having flipped through the book a number of times, Warren sighed and closed it in defeat.

He looked around the room, searching desks and beds to see if he could find any more useful information, but nothing came of it.

Warren found himself wandering the halls of the Church, looking for Lady Demir, but she seemed to have disappeared without a trace. The interior of the church was magnificent, the floor made of polished granite with an intricate design the stretched to the carved stone walls. Ever step Warren took echoed through the church, and he found himself often thinking of what the place might be like when filled with nuns and patients.

His wanderings lead him to the room with the Blood-soaked Man's body inside. He still lay on the ground with Warren's saber stabbed through his back. With as much respect for the dead man as he could muster, Warren pulled out the saber, then turned the man onto his back, crossing the man's cold hands on his chest. Contrary to how he was in his final moments, he now seemed somewhat peaceful, and Warren wondered if death was what the man had wanted all along, whether it be his own or the nuns.

Standing up to leave, a small white triangle poking out of the pocket of the man caught his eye, and he pulled it out to investigate.

The triangle was the end of a small photograph. In the picture was the man, much thinner than he was now, with his arm around a pretty women and his other hand resting on the shoulder of a small boy. The three all had polite smiles on their faces.

Warren slipped the picture into the hands of the Blood-soaked Man and left the room, closing the door behind him.

Lady Demir waited outside of the room, her arms filled with a small brown backpack. She handed the pack to Warren and motioned for him to follower her. She led him through the winding halls.

Warren opened the pack, and inside was a folded paper map, three vials filled with blood, and enough food to last for a day or two.

"Where are we going?"

"To the exit. It is time you left."

"But-"

"I will give you some supplies that should get you to Ishmouth, but don't waste too much time. If things are as bad as you say, the there is a chance it is happening in the other towns as well."

"Thank you."

The two arrived at a door the Lady Demir opened. Outside was a horse, prepared with a bit and saddle.

"Do not thank me. You killed the man who would have killed me. Let this be my repayment."

Warren mounted the horse and prepared to leave. The road ahead of him stretched deep into the city, and Warren could see a broken open gate at the end.

"You could leave with me. What is there for you here?"

Lady Demir sighed. "I owe it to the Church. The blood saved my life, brought me another chance to live. I became a nun because of that. If the city should fall, so be it. I will remain here, protecting what had saved me."

Warren nodded. "I understand. May God look over you."

"May the Blood guide you."

Warren left the city of Yharnam, pushing the horse as fast as it could go. He only stopped to look back after he had passed through the broken gate and saw the moon silhouetting the towers of the Church behind him.