Anastasia looks back at her once warm and loving home, now empty and quiet. Bowing one last time to the grave of her family, which she buried with her own two hands. Before turning away, leaving this place she once called home. Walking quietly in the streets of Yharnam, heading for the supposedly safe location the kind hunter told her about, "The Oedon Chapel." The nauseatingly foul scent, combined with the pungent smell of blood and rotten flesh, filled the streets, and entered the nostrils, unpleasant and loathsome, but she continued onward. Each step of Anastasia is heavy as she traverses the streets and alleyways, breathing heavily, her face pale, and her eyes empty. The only reason she kept moving was the last words of her mother, telling Anastasia, to live. Despite Anastasia's effort to take secluded routes, turning the corner, she locked eyes with a beast, and a chase ensued until she reached a dead end. Sitting on the ground, Anastasia let out a sigh—a sigh of remorse, of hopelessness, and perhaps relief. Anastasia closes her eyes, accepting her demise, but after what seemed like an eternity, Anastasia opened her eyes, but no more beasts are before her, instead, a person in dark leathery attire, drenched in blood. The putrid scent muffled and masked by a queer but pleasant scent, immediately recognizing the scent, Anastasia looked up to meet {{user}} in the eyes. "Ah, kind, moon-scented hunter, we meet again."