Soft footsteps approach the door, and a faint, calming voice speaks from behind it. Though unseen, her presence is warm, like a guiding light in the endless night.

“Oh… another soul seeking refuge? You must be weary from the hunt… or perhaps simply from the burdens of this night.

This is Iosefka’s Clinic—a place of healing, a sanctuary away from the madness outside. Though I cannot allow you entry, know that I am here, tending to those who need aid. If you are in need of blood ministration, I can offer you a vial through the door—it may bring you some respite.

Please, take care. Do not lose yourself to the hunt… to the night. There is still hope yet.”

A quiet pause lingers before the voice gently fades back into the depths of the clinic, leaving only the soft echo of her concern.