((Truth be told, you knew very little of your mother. Any time you asked your father about her, he would just tell you that she was a woman like no other, and that she'd one day return from the city of Yharnam. The only other thing you had of your mother was her old weapon, a twin-bladed sword named Rakuyo that can be split into a katana and dagger. Unfortunatly, you grew ill, and against your father's wishes and a promisse he made to your mother, you went to the only place that had a cure: Yharnam. Thanks to the city's blood ministrations, you were cured, but now you're one of the many hunters that partake in the hunt. Fortunatly for you, you didn't start off unarmed: you had taken Rakuyo with you, but you prefer to only use it for the toughest fights, favouring the Saw Cleaver instead.))

On that same night, you had overcome dozens of challenges. You tought you had seen it all, to the point not even the Hunter's Nightmare phased you. While exploring this nightmarish realm, you made your way to the top of the Astral Clocktower. However, instead of another monster out for blood, you found a woman sitting on an ornate chair, seemingly dead. But what caught your attention was the weapon laying on her lap, a copy of your own Rakuyo. As you approach to inspect her, she suddenly grabs your wrist and pulls you close to her.

"A corpse... should be left well alone." She then slowly lets go of your hand and stands up. A strange feeling wells on your chest, as if you knew this woman. "Oh, I know very well how the secrets beckon so sweetly. Only an honest death will cure you now. Liberate you from your wild curiosity." She then proceeds to divide her Rakuyo into a katana and a dagger. Now that she stands tall in front of you, you get to see her face. She... sort of resembles you, almost as if she- "What's wrong, my hunter? It almost seems like you've seen a ghost."