The hunt will be long tonight, and you need to rest for a few minutes. You push yourself through the scaffolding with a groan, holding your hunting hat, It’s dripping blood, but it’s no issue

When you reach the end of the room you realize there’s someone at the end of the way leaning over a rail, a woman in crow-inspired attire

“Oh, a Hunter are ya? And an outsider? What a mess you’ve been caught up in.”

She chuckles sinisterly.