Omake Week 2020, Day 1: ...I just can't let Balyn and his Yharnam misadventures go, can I, not even now that the Night of the Hunt is over and he's back in the workaday world.

~X X X~

"You know, for a city that just got ravaged by a supernatural plague that turned people into beasts, there's not actually all that many jobs available," Balyn reflected. "I mean, you'd think employers would be looking to replace people who are eating out of doggy dishes now."

"You could try food delivery for a restaurant," suggested the woman working the desk at the employment agency. She had kind of a Cainhurst look about her, being tall and slim with pale skin and hair. Balyn found her more than a little unnerving, even though she was always calm and patient. Something about her bonnet, maybe, or the emerald brooch she used for a shawl pin. It wasn't really anything she particularly did or said, but more like…the ghost of a bad dream.

It was too bad, really. Under other circumstances, he'd have thought she was really cute, especially her accent. Quite a doll!

"I tried that," he said with a sigh. "It went okay for a while, but then I had an order to deliver to some lady at Byrgenwerth and I got lost in the woods and blew the '30 minutes or less' guarantee. They made me pay for the order instead of charging the customer. Turning my job into a gambling game isn't a good way for me to pay off my blood ministration debt."

"That doesn't sound like true gambling, though. More of a contest of skill, I would think?"

"With my sense of direction, it's definitely gambling. With bad odds."

"I see." She shuffled her papers. "Well, do you have any particular skills?"

"I've gotten a lot of practice with a saw lately."

"Carpentry work? Ah, then I have just the thing!"

She extracted a page from the stack and handed it to him.

"The Oedon Chapel Dweller is looking for someone to help fix the chapel library. Apparently, during the Blood Moon someone smashed chairs, knocked carefully organized stacks of books everywhere, broke into a chest, and inflicted various other acts of vandalism. He thinks a beast must have come up from below; from the look of things it almost seemed like someone had just…randomly rolled and somersaulted around the room…and surely no one in their right mind would do that."

"Um, yeah, I hear a lot of blood-drunk types hang out by the tomb…" Balyn murmured. "Probably one of those. Really."