Jonah arrives at the bathhouse/laundromat in question. This after he asked a local of whether he was heading down the right street or not. He enters and walks up to the counter staffed by a girl with chestnut hair and eyes, but round animal ears atop her head and wearing eastern style clothing.

"Welcome to Heaven's Bathhouse and Laundry," she said cheerfully.

"How much do you charge?" Jonah asked.

"The fee is one thousand valis," the service girl answered.

"Will this do?" Jonah asked upon taking out one of those coins.

"Yes it will," she answered as she takes it, then gives him back change.

"Thank you for your patronage, sir," she said with a bow, then straightens. "But before you can enter, please leave your weapons in the reception area."

Jonah takes a deep breath and sighs loudly over the idea of leaving a unique weapon like the Saw Cleaver behind, or even the Hunter's Pistol for that matter.

"If you are worried that your weapons might get stolen," the girl said as if reading his mind. "I can assure you that we keep all weapons safe."

With another sigh, the Good Hunter surrenders his weapons to the girl. For a moment, she pauses at the sight of the Saw Cleaver as she frowns at it. Nevertheless, she recovers and picks it up, albeit tentatively as she holds it away from herself, to take it into the backroom then reemerge for the Hunter's Pistol, of which she also pauses at the sight of, but takes it into the backroom.

She returns, this time carrying a white towel and wash cloth that she hands to Jonah.

"Now you may enter," the girl said with a bow then straightens. "Please enjoy your time here."

Jonah takes the towel and washcloth, goes behind the curtains, and looks to either side, seeing a red curtain with the word, female, on it, then a blue curtain with the word, male, on it.

Upon entering where he is suppose to go, he is greeted by warmth and a series of stalls, some with closed doors as he can hear activity behind them and some open, showing that there is no one in those. He notices a male staff member standing in the corner. There is a simple water fountain in the center of the room. Further ahead is another doorway with a curtain hiding another room behind it.

"That's the bathing area, sir," the staff member said, suggesting that Jonah was curious about it.

The Moon-scented Hunter nods and enters an empty stall, to be greeted by stronger heat. There is a very short barrel about knee high and a bucket next to it; there are bottles of liquids. There is a drain in the floor. A long vent the width of the stall up next to the front wall has the heat emanating from it with sets of clothes hooks in the wall above it.

He walks over to feel warm air blowing up.

There must be a furnace blazing in this building. He mused in understanding. Yes, of course, it also heats up the water as well for the bathes. Okay I get it now. Picking up the bucket.

Jonah proceeds to go back and forth from that water fountain to that barrel. Once full enough, he closes the door. Noticing a lock on it, he does so and begins the laundering in earnest. First, he takes a bottle and pours a bit of its contents into the barrel.

He disrobes completely and wraps a towel around his waist like a skirt, then begins the laundering by first removing the contents from his coat . . .

Back at the Guild.

"Hey Misha, listen to this," Rose said as she walks up to her. "I've been checking around with the other staff and none of them had ever seen that Human in here prior to today."

"You mean tall, dark, and handsome, with black hair, sideburns, and wearing a long bluish-grey coat and a brown belt sash across his torso with that saw on his back?"

"That's that one."

"Aw, just give it a rest, will you?" Misha sighed in exasperation. "Like I said before, he might've been in a hurry. Have you ever thought about that?"

"Talking about that man from earlier?" The brown-haired green-eyed bespectacled half-Elf girl Eina Tulle asked from nearby.

"You noticed him?" Misha asked.

"No, I was too busy with Bell at that time," Eina admitted. "Though Rose did ask me about him. And I'll admit that man's actions were suspicious because adventurers who come in here for the first time usually come up to the counter in search of aid."

"And he absolutely did not have the manner of a rookie," Rose added intently. "If anything, he had the manner of someone used to killing."

"Excuse me."

They look to see Shakti now at the counter.

"I couldn't help but overhear your conversation," Shakti said, "and I may know something about that man."

"What can you tell us about him, Miss Varma?" Rose asked.

"It was four days ago when I was working my shift up at the North Gate . . ." Shakti began.

Jonah enters the baths with his towel wrapped around his waist. With a guard stationed in the laundry room, no one was going to enter the stall he is making use of. The bath is a colossal room with men soaking in the pool sized bath with others washing themselves over at stalls that have taps stationed at them with stools at them, along with buckets and bottles of soap and shampoo. There are males of different races there.

The Good Hunter enters an open stall and sits on a stool to begin the process of cleaning off as he wets himself over, shampoos his hair, and lathers every area of his skin. Afterwards, he pours bucket after bucket of water over himself. Upon feeling confident that he had washed away all of the soap, he turns to look at that bath.

I think I will have a soak. He mused.

He gets up as he takes his towel and heads for that bath to step in, but away from the others, putting his towel down next to himself. Those other men merely glance at him, but ignore him.

Jonah concentrates on the conversation around him.

". . . Monsterphilia is coming up soon. I can't wait to fight some monsters and claim the prize . . . !"

". . . I heard the Ganesha Familia got a fine haul of monsters from up out of the Dungeon . . ."

". . . Yeah, I wonder how they're able to capture those monsters and keep them caged up like that . . .?"

". . . However they do it, they're not telling how . . ."

". . . Yeah, in case some idiots try that themselves, and the gods knows there's enough idiots running around in the world . . ."

". . . Like when the Great Feud happened . . . ?"

". . . I remember that only too well. Evilus, a bunch of assholes wanted to cause as much misery as they could. The Loki, Freya, and Ganesha Familias finally joined forces to kill them all . . ."

I guess no matter what the world. Jonah concluded inwardly. There will always be those who think only of causing trouble for others.

" . . . And he walked away into the city," Shakti finished.

There is a moment of silence.

"Before today," Rose speaks up, "that man never came in here."

Misha and Eina agree.

"I see," Shakti said. "Anyway, I have to go now. But before I do, I need to know how you want to approach this. Do you want the Ganesha Familia to be on the lookout and bring him in for questioning?"

"No, we'll handle this ourselves, Miss Varma," Rose said with a brief wave. "I'm sure that man will come back here."

"Very well," Shakti answered. "But if I do happen to encounter Mister Theron out there on the streets, I will inform him to go straight to the Guild, even if I have to accompany him."

"Do what you will," Rose sighed. "But not until tomorrow because we're closing soon."

"Understood," Shakti said. "Good day to you all."

And she leaves.

"Jonah Theron," Eina pondered while wincing. "I've never heard of any adventurer by that name."

"I've never heard of any weapon called a saw cleaver," Rose added.

"And I've never heard of any city called Yharnam," Misha added.

"Since that man had stones to cash in," Eina surmised, "it also means he went down into the Dungeon."

"Without a Falna?!" Rose sneered. "He wouldn't have been able to get pass the First Floor!"

"But that also means he wouldn't have been able to farm them on the First Floor either," Eina added in confusion.

"That's right," Rose added.

"C-Could he have mugged another adventurer for them?!" Misha fretted.

"Without a Falna?" Rose asked dryly.

"Oh that's right!" Misha gasped as if she should have known better. "He wouldn't have been able to best a Level One without a Falna."

"I wonder where this Jonah Theron is right now?" Eina mused.

The tortured sounds of monsters resonate throughout the city of Yharnam far and wide. The doors are shut and barred with no one out on the streets where multitudes of double chained caskets lining them. The smell of blood, burnt wood, and flesh permeate the air.

Jonah stands before the Church of Healing, a large white grandiose building that morphs into a smaller but dilapidated church before his very eyes.

He gasps and does a pratfall, feeling as if his mind is outside of his body. There he sits shuddering and gasping as he hunches forward while raising his gloved hands to his face. Taking a deep breath, he lets out a long loud sigh while slowing running his hands down his face.

The Moon-scented Hunter gets back up and looks around. It is night time with a clearing sky as the clouds had broken up to reveal a nearly full white moon. The buildings around him are not of Yharnam but of Orario, and from the looks of it a neglected area.

Jonah continues standing there as he looks around while trying to figure out what had happened.

The last thing I remember was having left that Heaven's Bathhouse Laundromat while planning my next move! He thought. It was late in the evening too! And judging by the night sky, sunset must have been hours ago! That's twice now! What the hell is going on with me?! Was I really wandering all over this city in that state?!

He sighs once again as he tilts his head back with closed eyes then opens them to look up at the night sky, then at that broken down church.

I could bed down there for the night. He thought.

The Good Hunter walks up to that church. He opens its doors and peeks inside to look around. With his enhanced senses, he can see that the interior has broken pews scattered about with a stage up front that has a pulpit on it.

This place is a dump! He thought with a disdainful expression while looking around. But it should suffice to lay my head. I think that stage will do.

He slowly enters and stalks up to the stage. He pauses as a floorboard creaks.

I wonder if this floor will hold? He pondered as he glances down.

Jonah continues stalking to the back of the ruined church. He arrives at the stage and makes his way up via the stairs. There is another creak as he steps onto the stage.

A door swings outward as someone squealing charges out.