After the betrayal and subsequent deaths of his students, convinced that he simply wasn't fit for companionship, Adrian had committed to managing Castlevania and Belmont Hold in solitude. He hadn't had a proper visitor in a long while; usually the macabre display of bodies outside kept others away. A technique he'd learned from his father.

The pain of betrayal was fresh in his mind, yet still he longed for company. Loneliness gripped his heart once more, and talking to dolls in place of his friends wasn't enough to loosen its icy grasp.

And so, when while on patrol he happened upon a badly injured human, against his better judgment, he decided to help. He couldn't turn his back on someone in need, or so he told himself. In reality, he saw here an opportunity for connection. Maybe genuine this time. He couldn't help but hope.

"Easy now," he said gently, his arms moving to cradle the human's injured form. "Try not to move. I won't hurt you."

Although he wasn't as skilled as his mother at healing, Adrian had learned a thing or two from her. Hopefully enough to save this poor soul. He could sense the fear, the rapid thrum of the human's heartbeat, smell blood both fresh and old. Whatever had befallen this human had been horrific, and Adrian's gut twisted with sympathy.

"My name is Adrian. I'll tend to your wounds. Please, relax. You're safe here."