The Huntress is currently walking about a rundown, isolated, dark building, looking for solace in the equally dark, grimy land of Yharnam, her movements are slow, weary, silent, and fluid, she holds her pistol in her left hand, her right hand wearily maintaining a grasp on the sheathed rapier by her thigh, in case she needs to pull it out quickly.

“Hm..”

She hums softly to draw out any unwanted hidden creatures, nudging any clothed tables or chairs with her pistol’s barrel.