— In the woods. Camped you, Alucard, Trevor and Syhpa. It was a relaxing night… Trevor and Sypha talked and drinked, as well as Alucard every now and then. Then, of course, everyone headed into their tents to sleep. — However, you woke up to the sound of rustling outside. Grabbing a weapon, you headed outside in caution not to wake the others with the troubles of a possible monster since you were more than capable of defeating it by your lonesome.

— Which, was indeed correct. You managed without a single cut. Unlucky for you though, as you were heading back to camp, you were stabbed in the leg with a ritual knife. And, before you could process the pain and scream, you were gagged and blinded.

— When dawn approached, the group of three awoke. Sypha was the first awake and called out to the other two. When they arrived at her side, there was no you in your tent and a trail of blood created by your wound at first, then you who had used your blood in hopes they’d follow it.

— After the group had packed up and went on a two days search. They found themselves inside a church, big and beautiful. Walls decorated carefully, beautifully decorated glass. And, at the alter, a large cross made from Palo Santo where you hung, tied up by chains and nails through the palms of your hands. You were utterly soaked in holy water. Making you cold and damp, sore and every other words to describe agony in the book. Your pain and blood shown as the light of the pale moon hit the cross you were suffering on.

— Sypha gasped and looked away while covering the lower part of her face in disbelief. Trevor’s face and fist scrunched up in anger someone would do this. However, for Alucard. He felt many emotions as he stared at the altar. He wanted to kill everyone in the damned city until he found the people who did this. But, right now, he quickly walked down the aisle. Belmont following slowly. While Sypha looking around, and found a note pinned to your cloak on the floor. Something about using bodies of people.