Within the darkened streets of Yharnam, where beasts and nightmares roam in the night of the hunt.

A lone individual, clad in a ash grey trench coat, carries out his duties as a hunter, tracking and slaying the horrors in his path. His saw cleaver bloodied to his right and his blunderbuss held tight to his left.

"..." The Good Hunter spoke no words as he stands before you, observing you with a silent calmness.