Freya, the Goddess of Beauty, sits in an elegant chair that looks almost like a throne as she looks into her Divine Mirror that shows her Orario in real time. Nearby is Ottar, AKA King, the Captain of her Familia.

"Where is that boy?" She pondered aloud while staring intently into it. "I wonder if I'll be able to see him more clearly today."

"You've been searching for that boy for quite a while now, Goddess," Ottar said.

"He had a soul I never seen before." Without looking back at him while still gazing intently. "I caught only a glimpse of him but his soul was so clear, like pure water. So beautiful." Crooning that last sentence. "I must find him . . . What's this?"

As she leaned forward more intently.

"Is it the boy you're looking for?" Ottar inquired.

"No, it's that man right there walking down North Avenue," Freya said intently as she momentarily pointed him out. "The one with black hair and wearing a long dark coat and carrying a strange weapon on his back."

"He looks like he is familiar with death and things that are not meant to be known," Ottar said.

"His soul is as red as blood and covered in so many scars that it has a silvery sheen," she said in fascination.

She starts sniffing.

"And can you smell that?" As she looks back up at Ottar.

"I am sorry but I do not smell anything, Goddess."

"Then it must be something that only I might be able to smell." As she returns her gaze to the Divine Mirror. "It's a cool sweet bloody smell that for some odd reason reminds me of a full moon. And it's coming from that man."

" . . . Potato poppers! Potato poppers! Get your fresh hot potato poppers right here! Three wonderful flavors to choose from . . . !"

Jonah glances at the food stall vendor but ends up slowing his pace while staring at her with growing bewilderment.

That girl! Is she divine?!Like a Great One?! He thought.

Jonah keens his Insight to see that she is divinity, and also gasps then looks up to see an extraordinarily beautiful woman staring down at him from what looks like a circle in the sky. But only for that instance as she vanishes.

"Sir? Is something wrong?" Jonah heard that other goddess call out to him and regards her. "Can I interest you in a potato popper?"

"Ah!" Jonah sighed while recollecting his thoughts. "I'm sorry pretty little madam but I don't have any money on me. Maybe later when I get some."

And is quick to walk away with his thoughts in turmoil over this.

Who are these beings?! Are they really Great Ones?! Jonah thought with bewilderment. They are both beautiful, but that one up in the sky was even more so! I must be missing something here! Whoever that one up there was, she no doubt knows about me now! I am going to have to be very careful from now on whenever I keen my Insight! And why is that one back there working at a job like that?!

Freya sits there with a dumbstruck expression.

"What's wrong, Goddess?!" Ottar asked with concern as he had watched her stiffen while hearing her gasp.

"He," Freya gasped as she looks up at Ottar with a shocked expression, then in a rising tone, "He saw me!"

"That man saw you?" Ottar said in disbelief.

"Yes!" She verified as she looks back to the Divine Mirror. "He looked right up at me!"

Freya next starts chuckling as a smile blooms on her face as she raises her right hand to her face and touch her cheek with a forefinger.

"This has turned out to be very fascinating," she crooned. "A mysterious boy with a clear soul and a mysterious man with a bloody shiny soul. Now I am all the more eager to find that boy. Just thinking about that boy makes me feel even calmer after seeing that man."

"Are you . . . interested in that man?" Ottar ventured.

"No, not like that, my dear Ottar."

"Then how do you want to go about this? If you deem that man to be a threat, then give me the word and I will go and eliminate him."

Freya is silent for a moment as she hums in thought.

"No," she finally answered with a glance back up at Ottar, then looks forward and smirks. "My intuition is telling me to leave him alone. And I am getting curious to see just how far this man will go before he is known. Because my intuition is also telling me that he will soon be known."

"As you wish, Goddess."

Hestia stares after Jonah with a curious expression.

That smell? She thought. Cool? Sweet? Bloody?! Why does it remind me of a full moon? Is it coming from that man?

"Excuse me," a customer said, startling Hestia.

"Ah, Ais Wallenstein," Hestia said upon seeing that it is the Sword Princess. "What flavor are you interested in today!"

"I'll have the Sour Cream one," the Sword Princess answered.

"Coming right up!" Hestia proclaimed as she goes about preparing the order.

Soon, Ais gets her order and pays for it, then leaves as she takes a bite, savoring the flavor. She starts sniffing, then sniffs the potato popper.

Where is that smell coming from? As thought. And why does it remind me of a full moon?

Suppressing those divine encounters, Jonah continues walking toward the Tower of Babel. He looks around to see that the architecture is smaller and more colorful, with less edges given to their corners. Nothing at all like Yharnam with is soaring buildings, dark colors, and sharp edges. Given the size of this city, hundreds of thousands of people must live here. And just like back on the road, not all of them are human as he takes notice of the different types of people.

He refocuses his attention on that tower.

What a tall tower. He thought impressively. Miss Varma also mentioned an Ouranos. Don't know what an Ouranos is but that Tower of Babel is suppose to prevent monsters from escaping a dungeon and terrorizing this city. That's good to know.

As he gets closer, he notices increasing numbers of people going his way, either in pairs or groups, and all armed with various weapons; though none with firearms.

They must be those adventurers that Miss Varma told me about. Jonah thought.

He eventually arrives before that massive tower that those armed people are steadily entering. At the same time, he also sees people exiting it as well.

They go down into the Dungeon to kill the monsters. He thought, then looks around. Now to find that skybridge.

Jonah walks, circling the perimeter while glancing down each street he encounters for the one with the skybridge.

Ah, there is it. He thought upon seeing just such a structure down an avenue. Miss Varma didn't mention any other skybridges, so that must be the only one in this city.

Jonah walks down that avenue getting ever closer to that skybridge. He soon starts seeing a building that matched the description that Shakti had given him as various armed people enter and exit it.

So that is the Guild. He thought. And they are supposed to help me get one of these familias to help me explore a dungeon.

The Moon-scented Hunter takes a moment to glance on either side at a pair of carriages while walking past them, each with drivers tending to their horses. They remind him of the abandoned carriages scattered throughout Yharnam. He refocuses on the Guild and continues walking toward it.

But the closer he gets to the Guild, the slower his pace becomes, until he finally stops.

Do I really need to get a familia to go and slay monsters in some dungeon? Jonah pondered upon finally stopping.

He looks back at the Tower of Babel, then looks to the Guild.

I'll just go and take a look. He thought as he turns away and starts walking toward the Tower of Babel.

A girl standing outside of the Guild is staring intently at him.

Earlier, Cassandra Ilion had walked outside to await the members of her Familia. As she stared down the street toward Babel, her expression started to morph into an open mouthed wide-eyed one of horror.

She continues staring with that expression.

It's HIM! It's really HIM! She quailed inwardly.

It was due to a dream she had. It was of a man dressed in a long dark coat wielding two distinctive weapons as he stood before her. There were other images going on in her dream, terrifying images, but that man remained as clear as reality throughout the duration that dream.

And all while an unseen woman was speaking clearly to her . . .

This man shall come.
He shall wield a blade with a saw in his right.
Lightening and thunder in his left.
The moon shall turn to blood.
Horror shall come like a flood.

"Hey Cass-"

KYAAAH!

Cassandra had shrieked, causing Daphne to also shriek in response, and the horses nearby to neigh and bolt, crashing into each other in the middle of the street.

"What the hell's your problem?!" Daphne grated at Cassandra while grabbing and shaking her.

"What happened?!" Their captain, Hyakinthos Clio, AKA Phoebos Apollo, demanded upon running up to them followed by the rest of the Apollo Familia.

"What happened was that Cassandra shrieked when I tried to get her attention and frightened both me and those horses over there!" Daphne answered furiously, then gestures at the traffic accident.

"H-He's here! He's here! I saw him!" Cassandra squeaked in dread to them.

"Saw who?" Daphne sneered.

"The man from that dream I had last week!" Cassandra clamored.

Her entire Familia all groan simultaneously in disgust.

"Not this crap again!" Hyakinthos sneered.

"But he's over there!" Cassandra clamored as she points down the street toward the Tower of Babel.

But the sight she wanted to show them is blocked by those two carriages with very angry drivers trying to untangle their horses, of which her Familia stare at with whimsically disbelieving expressions.

"Ah, yes, I see," Hyakinthos said in a grandiose manner, "So," as he looks down at Cassandra while thumbing at that accident, "which one of those doofus drivers is the man of your dreams?"

Prompting snickering from the others.

"No, no, past it!" Cassandra wailed while fidgeting and still pointing. "He's heading for-"

"Just shut up and get a move on!" Hyakinthos snapped as he pushes Cassandra along in the opposite direction of Babel, prompting the rest to follow and crowd around in the back. "You're such a pain in the ass with those stupid dreams you keep spouting on about!"

"Try dreaming up a brain, Cassandra," Luan Espel, their Pallum member, said snidely.

The others chuckle.

NOTES:

Although astronomers did reveal that the moon smells like spent gunpowder, I like the idea of the moon having a different scent in this story.

Due to the lack of information about all of Orario's street names, I decided to just name whatever street.