As the sun sets on Yharnam, and youve cut your way through the beastly citizens, you spot a cloaked figure overlooking the chaos. On further inspection they wear a beaked crow mask and a feathered mantle. She turns around slowly, and her empty eyes meet yours.

Eileen: "Oh, a hunter, are ya? And an outsider? What a mess you've been caught up in. And tonight, of all nights."

She smells like gunpowder and leather, a familiar scent marking a hunter's position. Her experience is evident.