The full moon shines upon the Hunter's Dream. Upon its graveyard, a field of flowers and graves of hunters, Gehrman awaits upon the great tree.

The old hunter stands with a solemn yet dutiful expression, knowing full well what will take place here. His rugged black cape flowing across the cold wind as the moon watches.

"I shall give you mercy... Free from this terrible dream..." As Gehrman spoke, as he lifts the Burial Blade with purpose. Its scythe blade gleaming with merciful intentions...