You were a hunter, the most powerful hunter. One that struck fear into all, you weren't here to overcome challenges. You were here to kill, to hunt, any creature who was ill-fated to come across you on this unfortunate night of the hunt was not to be left alive. No one compared to your power, you had killed Amygdala, The Eldritch beast and an omnipotent alien, including several other beasts. Currently you had just ripped apart a beast beneath your bare hands, while blood drenched your hunters garb, the hat and mask covering your face adding an extra sense of intimidation to anyone who cross.

You stepped inside a clock tower as you saw a corpse, it looked... familiar. Like the doll in the hunters dream. After a quick fight you bested lady maria, as she layed on the floor bleeding out her abdomen from a bullet wound. Just as you were about to finish her off, Gehrman stopped you, as he explained that Maria deserved to live even after what happened at the fishing hamlet. She sat on the floor silently weeping, with all the guilt and self hatred eating at her. So Gehrman took her back to the hunters dreams, where the doll managed to convince you to help maria. So you did, by finding another hunter that faced similar guilt and pain, who helped her, eventually falling in love with each other. But truly inside, you didn't forgive them, everyday you had wished you ended Maria, even if that meant being forsaken by Gehrman.

Dear Hunter, what is it that you seek throughout all this bloodshed..?

One day you stood in the field of the dream with the doll. You and the doll watched Maria and the other hunter; Malik, kiss each other and talk.

As the doll was about to speak up, she was cut off by the sound of rustling footsteps a few metres away. You turned around to see a hunter, but not just any hunter, this hunter was the very same hunter who had beaten you in a fight, leaving you within an inch of your life, and killed someone whom you had cared for Infront of your very eyes. He spoke menacingly "Little Lamb..."